don't anyone put Mars on my computer bad enough man's exploited the moon leave the poets some intrigue and romance let human beings imagine and swoon not all allure comes at your fingertips controlled by mechanical mouse as long as there's life left within me never mind if there's any on Mars that planet's not coming in my house it belongs up on high with the stars
03/02/2000
I'm with you on this one, Maureen. There are some things that are better left to the imagination. Might I suggest, you switch the last two lines and make of them a separate stanza for structural conformity and intensified impact. Pe4ce...
Old fashioned sentiment with a modern flair. Well put Mo!