The Probe (1)

A Poem by Terry O'Leary

We've landed a probe on a comet

and found it was made of green vomit.

Well, creatures within it,

decided to thin it,

serve probe a pea soup, then embalm it.

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Added on October 8, 2016
Last Updated on October 8, 2016

a physicist lacking gravity... learning more and more... about less and less... until we finally know... everything about nothing... more..