The boss has caught me red handed twice on thei forum, but I'm leaving today so who cares... Got nothing to do except make up poetry. Here goes
Twinkle twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
Is your furnace nuclear fusion
Or am I covered in confusion
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Twinkle twinkle little star
I know you’re really awfully far
But when your light comes down to me
Is it the past that I can see?
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Twinkle twinkle little star
Are you part of a spiral’s bar?
And maybe you’re going to go super nova
And be swallowed up by a black hole when the explosion’s over. 
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It’s awfully bad luck on i-ponders
His mirror has cracked into chunks
Ving fished in the grass further yonder
But all he found was glass junk
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Ballaratdragons has got a black dog
Who sometimes goes bump in the night
Jjnettie”s poor hound is as deaf as a log
When she kicks it, it howls out in fright
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If Ballaratdragons just painted his pet
A beautiful brilliant white
And hound with a cowbell implant by the vet
Then observing sessions would be jolly well right!