Now my helmet's on, you can't tell me I'm not in space
With the National Guard United States Enterprise
Diplomat of swing with aliens at my feet
Comin' down the rampart through beam on the street
Obsolete computes, compounds and dead sounds
As I locate intricately independent
Economic rhymer got savoury store food
In Capsule D my program is ability
For a reaction and response to a no-one
Identification Code: Unidentified
I got cosmophonic, pressed a button, changed my face
You recognised, so what? I turned invisible
Made myself clear, reappeared to you visual
Disappear again, zapped like a android
Face the fact, I fly on planets every day
My nucleus friend, prepare, I return again
My 7XL is not yet invented
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Posted by G lib on 2005-10-19 18:15:12 +0000
Sit. Sit.
Now stand up, TGL!
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What's cooler than cool? Ice cold! --Andree 3K
Posted by dawnbixtler on 2005-10-19 18:17:26 +0000
Thought this was going to be a John Stanier piece...