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Here I sit upon a blue planet's destroyed face, looking out upon the remnants of a once proud race. Ship lay cooling push tubes in a glen. I wonder why I see so sad an end. It's clear they had the brains to mend, this gentle place they did so rend. Lee Skidmore 1995