One-eyed bubble, awesome thing, Circles in its wandering. 

   Saturn. 

   Banded planet, banded rings, Planet orbiting--on wings. 

   Uranus. 

   Drunken monster rolls about, North within and then without. 

   Neptune. 

   Giant ball of green and blue, Lost a planetoid or two. 

   Pluto. 

   Dim and dark, crystal stung, Tiny spark, the stars among. 

    THE WORDS OF LIVING. 

   There's people in the world today, with goals they have set soon will pay. 

   For the goals will soon fill the empty holes, then there's money they give for the lives they live. 

   In the beginning that is so intriguing. 

   For you don't want the ends to curl, for they have to be straight, if you want a life that is so great. 

   A recreation of a new generation. 

   This is a six-letter word L-I-V-I-N-G living. 

    BUBBLE. 

   I am a bubble in the deep blue sea, I am so deep that, There is darkness all around me. They say that water creates rainbows, In the sunlight and air. But I don't believe them. I am just a tiny silver bubble, Of ultra-compressed, unexpressed air. But the sea squeezes me, freezes me, And I rise upward, faster, faster, Up through the blackness of the deeps, From the old old bedrock where I came. Higher and faster, expanding steadily, Until I am fairly bursting with Power. I see green, sea-green rays.   

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