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Far beyond our planet blue
spins the planet Nibiru. Planet X it’s also called-- all inhabitants are bald. Every twenty thousand years Nibiru to our Earth nears; so in twenty ninety five Nibirutians did arrive. (It was really not so strange; Planet X and Earth arranged common cosmic clan exchange lest no culture be shortchanged.) (And this tale can now be told even though the now is old; for it was a time machine that permitted what was seen.) Nibirutians have no hair plus their heads are kinda square. And because of sunlight lean, they have skin that is pale green. Nibirutian family found a host near Albany; (kids from Planet X today after school still run and play.) Then October rolled around with plump pumpkins on the ground; and those children with green face treated Halloween with grace. They went door-to-door that night facing every front porch light. Some had bumps on flesh excite, but to most it was good fright. Kids from Nibiru sans mask with their innate face did bask. All the neighbors did assume they were wearing a costume. [Rhythm: 7] (Lines: 36) Writer’s Cramp; October 28, 2011
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