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Day: September 23, 2021

Lost

Yesterday,
Gone today,
Robert May
Passed away.

In decline
At sixty-nine,
Got the sign
To cross the line.

Wore the suit,
Though he was mute,
And gained repute
As he’d compute.

To calm and still
The Zachary shrill,
Danger Will,
His special skill.

Unknown his face,
In any case,
Without a trace,
Now lost in space.
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