On a whim

They came from above,

three mice not in love.

Crashing where they not want to be

Riding free,

like all citizens should be.



Fighting fish,

and various stiffs.

Stuck on Earth,

till the wars' a won.



Leaving behind

love,

family,

and friends.



Mars awaits,

at a later date.





Whipblade

2003

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