Let the sweet fresh breezes heal me
As they rove around the girth
Of our lovely mother planet
Of the cool, green hills of Earth.

We rot in the molds of Venus,
We retch at her tainted breath.
Foul are her flooded jungles,
Crawling with unclean death.

[ --- the harsh bright soil of Luna ---
--- Saturn's rainbow rings ---
--- the frozen night of Titan --- ]

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I just finished getting about halfway through one of science fiction author Robert Heinlein's books. This one though is a collection of his short stories but the other hald is commentary by him. Alot of it actually. Its called "Expanded Universe ( Read more... )