“Seeing Mars From My Bedroom”

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Iron gleaming orange,

Eastward in my window.

Now above old Newberg,

New frontiers are looming.

Soon, shall our descendants

See the stars from Mars-land?

Hail, O coldest cauldron,

Crucible of new life!

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