WORM HOLE

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WORM HOLE 

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There was a little apple

That grew upon a tree

The tree was in an orchard

In a fine country

The country was on Earth

Which revolved around our Sun

That made a Solar System

Across the Milky Way it spun

The Milky Way is travelling

Across the Universe

Which seems to be infinite

Or very big, at least

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There was a little apple

That grew upon a tree

It had an apple maggot 

Munching away merrily

The maggot had a mite

The mite had a virus

Composed of 600 million atoms

Spinning around inside it

The atoms have electrons

And though they can be split

Have no known substructures

So that's the end of it

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There was a little apple

That grew upon a tree

It supposedly bounced off Newton's head

The rest is history

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