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On the rather disheveled ends
of our shattered, yet pristine galaxy
lies a Raggedy-Ann doll
ready to boost up her moxy.
Yes, Sir Adams knows best
the wretchedness of all the rest.
With no rhyme, time or chime
the mindboggling universe entwines
round, and around for centuries,
centaurs dance on a nebula’s end.
Know the sci-fi thrills and deals
of a race of developed monkeys
one of whom is known as Dent.

                                  -JPA