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Rated: E · Poetry · Writing · #2152514
This poetry is a poem on waking up on a morning on Jupiter's moon Europa.
The dawn was mild, the frost thick,
Still there were no bears, reindeer's or wild cats around.
Some seismic activity shook the ground,
And water drizzled below the ice,
I wished to speak to the man next door.
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