Monday, March 18, 2013

Rover's Lament

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All day I face the Martian waste without the taste of water;
cool, clear water.
At JPL the jerks at work sip Evian: I die for water;
cool water.

The nights are cold and I've been told each star's a pool of water,
cool water.
But with the dawn I'll switch back on and MastCamBate for water,
cool water.

Keep an infra-scan, Curiosity's the plan, you're a robot not a man
and the iron rocks can stand for water
,
cool clear water.
MRO, can't you see that big green tree where the water's runnin' free
and it's waiting there for ...
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