Said Spirit to Opportunity, “I’m feeling rather frail, With too much in my memory, Plus barrels of e-mail.” Responded Opportunity, “My bounce was not so bad, But now they send me out to see These dreary rocks, bedad!” “It’s cold up here, and rather red,” Sighed Spirit. “I feel faint.” Good Opportunity then said, “Crawl on, without complaint! “This planet needs our shovels’ bite And treadmarks in the dust To tell if life and hematite Pervade its arid crust.” “There’s life, by all the stars above, On Mars—it’s you and I!” Blithe Spirit cried. “Let’s rove, my love, And meet before we die!”
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