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One Job...May Change My Life


One Job...May Change My Life
One spectrum filled with endless stars and galaxies
Breathtaking imagines that will literally make you have no oxygen
The irony of nature, without having to breathe in the simplicity of outer space
Waiting, abiding, heart racing, my ear entrenched waiting for the famous words "Three, Two, ONE, Take off" five thousand sound of torque launching into space
ONE Job May change My Life, mankind to built technology out of this world
To ONE day travel space with glacises speed of light
ONE day i will travel and reveal what outer space has to offer
ONE day i my name will go down in the records
ONE day i will be #13 to walk on the moon
ONE day, ONE poem, ONE job, ONE life, ONE suit, ONE outer space.

 

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<p>powerpoets...</p><p>kendrick had a dream. King had a dream.</p><p>&nbsp;</p>

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