IT'S A CRUEL
It's a cruel gestation period
that brings me to you. Things
blossom in less time on Mars.
The green man, with the claws
for hands, he's been seen again
scuttling o'er the ocean floor.
That can only mean bad things.
Ocean-poor tidings and all that
it brings. Oh shit, poor tidings?
'Or maybe more' sings back
the echo at the cavern's door.
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