I am going to read my poem to you.
What would be the first thing you would see in space the stars the Glittering, Glittering stars.
The sun is shiny it shines on my face, legs and toes what will I do if I get burnt as I go.
The moon is cold the moon is rock what will I do when I turn into rock?
If I live on Mars what will I do mars is unbreathable so I can't take of my space suit
And that is the end of my space poem.
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