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One Small Step-Anonymous

A dream is an understatement,

making history is more like it.

 

Before 1978 it wasn’t us,

it was just them.

 

Sitting in the shadows,

invisible,

not able to extend our arm into space.

 

This is our time,

with no restrictions.

 

First the walk,

then even the moon.

 

The light has shined on us,

no longer being covered in the dark.

 

No longer being held back by the chains of society.

 

We can flourish like a field of flowers.

 

Our time to land on the Mars,

to be the first and beat them.

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