KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON

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KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON

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I thought I heard a fleet of alien spaceships

Filling the early morning sky with a roar

Hovering overhead and stopping

I could imagine their strange shimmering presence

Shapes that changed like a mirage 

Perfectly still, defying the laws of physics I am familiar with

Once I was dressed I stepped outside, looking up

At the clear and silent morning sky

Pale blue, normal and promising nice weather

Perhaps I heard fighter jets flying in formation

From an Air Force base nearby

They train to defend the country from alien invasion

But there is no need for defense from

The spaceships in my mind

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