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Martian Elephants

      I exhibited Martian elephants, at the pleasure grounds        where the bands and circus played.       No clowning for us, but a great feat of science,       from dream to plan, with tool and appliance,       some 25 years of traveling in place,       then a carbon-based Elevator to take us to space.       Geodesic dome-home and dust-devil friends,       six-eighty days (or a year) (it depends).       Then found them! and quickly discussed guest disgust:       No hunting, no chains; their family united,       no cages at all, for they were invited.       Between worlds we flew, and, taking our cue,       planetary break, from red on to blue        Greatest Show on Earth! The posters went up.       One time only! A mile from this station!       Free parking, free programmes, three groats a head,       fifty pence extra to see them all fed!       St John, Old Bill, and The Queen's PCA,       Sol with his hat on, to brighten the day.        Pleasure to share miracle existence!  
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