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Lasting Impressions
Blue lights in the New Mexico night
They didn't even put up a fight
Just dropped in and out of sight
Unknown forces have flattened the grass
Stamping out symbols and moving on fast
Increasing in detail week after week
Mother Earth desperate and starting to weep
Is some kind of vortex touching down here
Or could it be pranksters inspired by beer?
MacGregor the innkeeper saw from the dock
A thirty-foot serpent alive in the loch
The pastor and baker confirmed it as well
Some kind of monster had kicked up a swell
By radar and dragnet the bottom was combed
But shy little Nessie never leaves home
Alien tourists fell from the heavens
Over the desert, about forty seven
The army and air force first on the scene
Picked up the pieces and got away clean
The commander-in-chief denied its existence
Despite all the witnesses sworn insistence
Seminar hucksters are walking on fire
The latter-day saints are rich and retired
The rapture is coming down at the revival
The meek are in line for the keys to survival
Purveyors of reason are fingering crooks
But rumour's in season and selling out books
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The
Poetry of Daniel Harrison