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Monday morning Blast-off.

We gather on the launch pad, at the South's pithead.
Most of us are wishing we were still tucked up in bed.
Feeling rather fragile and not a pretty sight.
Sorry we had drunk so much on the previous night.

Safety helmets on our heads and wearing heavy boots.
All of us are dressed the same in our orange suits.
Last fag end is thrown away before we board the craft.
For soon we will be plunging down that dirty shaft.

All aboard, the gates are sealed the countdown is beginning.
Up there in "Mission Control" the winder-man is grinning.
Keps away, one final check and now all systems are go,
No change of heart or turning back until we get below.

Then off we go at awesome speed, the G-force we are feeling.
Hearts are in our mouths and our stomach's are on the ceiling.
Deep into the darkness, on our journey we are hurled.
Off on our mission, a mission into an "Alien" world.

J. H. Smith.