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The Wrong Foot
The
biochemists said the native fruit
Weren’t
poisonous, and
they were healthy too
They
tasted better than we’d ever had
We
finished off the last of them before
Some
aliens with woven baskets came
They
looked upon denuded trees, then us
Juice
quickly wiped from dripping chins and hands
The
looks
we got before
they
slipped
away!
We
headed
for
our ship;
we
saw
black smoke
Ran
then, and
found our
landing
craft
aflame
And
nothing we could salvage from the fire
Before
the
mother
ship could
rescue us
A
flight of spears flew from beneath the trees
Please
tell my husband that I love--
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