Is it strange
to arrange
an exchange
to derange
and gear-change
as we interchange
and estrange
to create change
in our range
of life's downrange
counterchange...?
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An alien here?
Rather dear...
So, let me be clear:
We come with no fear
to be near
a visitor without peer,
introduced to our sphere,
and our austere
lives that adhere
to lies we revere.
Try the beer!
We're only mere
mortal steer
who live on a frontier
of an end that always lies near.
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