The Dinosaur’s Last Thoughts

I wish upon a shooting star

Brightly passing in the night.

The light, sustained, grows ever closer 

So I wish with all my might.

And as the light turns fiery red

The star keeps coming closer still.

I hope my wish comes true yet I

Begin to doubt it ever will.

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