I'm so happy!
You teach Martian Poetry?!?
So do I!
Let's jettison into the abyss together
Tonight.
Seventh grade can be so rough.
Lets bring the stars down from heaven and have ourselves a party.
Little button nose.
Little fire eyes.
Shake me to my core.
The rafters come rumbling down as our rocket breaks through the sound barrier.
Sound stands no chance.
Chances are good.
I'll see you again.
What are you doing tonight?
You work tomorrow?
We all hold three or four jobs.
At least.
At least I'm still standing.
No man stands in no man's land.
I stand in Martian soil.
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