I've always liked William Blake's Ah! Sunflower poem about the dying flower weary of time. Well, my sunflowers are radiant, bursting with joy. Atta boy!
Sunflowers
I once grew sunflowers – my goodness, gosh! they were tall.
My sunflowers laughed at death, spoke French
and called themselves the fearless Tournesols.
The Bold Sunflowers and Me - Thank You, Thank You,
Goodbye! That's all.
“We’re going to use nine megaton warheads in space and we’re not sure they’re large enough to be effective. Why would you even consider using kiloton-range surface-to-air warheads as back-up?” The answer was succinct. “Because they’re all we have.”
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