Ode to Carl Sagan

Ok, I was writing with these two Real Writers with my chest all puffed up like “I’ve Arrived, biotch!” and then the guy one says something about how he adored/worshipped Carl Sagan as a child.  AND THEN I HAZ A SAD.  An inexplicable SAD.  “Oh for Chrissakes, what’s the matter with you now?” my Inner Mother inquired compassionately.  So I thought about it.  And I wrote this poem.
 

Ode to Carl Sagan (0.7 pdf file)

 

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