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For never was a story of more woe, than this of JRTIet and her Falconeo

It's such a sad story, how the CCiCapulets kept JRTIet from her beloved

who was more unreasonable, the CCiCapulets, or the Elontagues?

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So, borne aloft by rocket's glow

a satellite doth nobly spin

and beams its data to and fro;

Communication streams again.

And thus, perchance, I hope to gaze

as countdown calls for swift ascent

upon the fire of journey's blaze...

Falcon 9:

Good flight, good flight! Staging is such sweet sorrow

That I shall say good flight till it be reuse tomorrow.

Elsbeth:

O, Cisely, Where art thou

For thou areth wide and full of holes.

Burnt to a crisp by RP-oneth

but soft, what light upon my starboard doth break?

Thy burneth yet thou odour's sweet.

It is the west, and the Falcon 9 flame, the sun

Falcon 9: