“It’s not lying, it’s
Alternate reality.”
Then she shook her head.
“What did he tweet now?”
He said, aghast at his
boss.
“Oh what a moron!”
“I am not a crook
Nor am I a narcissist
Nor a traitor. Sad!”
The shape of space quakes
Two far dead stars spiral
in
And smash, making gold.
What fun, Trappist One;
You shine on seven
worlds,
Earth-sized. Lovely
skies!
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