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Down to Earth
My Conventions you do not need
And your habits need not be mine
By rude nature or design
Of calculations born of greed
And it's volume economics,
For happiness bears little cost
When rhyme schemes are neatly glossed
With those glorious astronomics
Free for all who care to observe
The coursings of the midnight sky
Which, I have read, is heaven's preserve
And where man was not meant to fly
Via conic section, or any curve,
That's just to expensive to try.
And your habits need not be mine
By rude nature or design
Of calculations born of greed
And it's volume economics,
For happiness bears little cost
When rhyme schemes are neatly glossed
With those glorious astronomics
Free for all who care to observe
The coursings of the midnight sky
Which, I have read, is heaven's preserve
And where man was not meant to fly
Via conic section, or any curve,
That's just to expensive to try.
Published 6th Aug 2022
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From March 25th, 2019
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