I've been lost
On this rock
For fifty-two seasons
At first
The free showers
In winter
The longer days
In spring
The tricolour skies
In summer
The extra hours rest
In fall
Was exciting and frightening
In equal measure
But, now one aliens hell
Is another's pleasure cruise
Of all the places
For me to crash land
On the wet side of life
Catching colds and other bugs
Have these aliens
Neither seen nor read
War of the worlds?
Guess it doesn't matter now
With global warming
There's no getting well soon
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