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Younger Man

Patty Seyburn

Titan’s unfortunate

temperature of minus

290 Fahrenheit kept it

the solar system’s Peter

Pan: too damn cold, there,

for life to develop, save

volcanoes of ice and

creeping ice. Aren’t you

glad you stayed here with me?

Primordial ice cream,

pools, showers of methane –

that’s appealing, sure, if

you prefer revery.

Patty Seyburn

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