So it can't open the file and I'm feeling too good to care so here's the poem:

Putting along in my little spacecraft,
The stars zipping by.
The song on the radio,
Playing for you and I.

I hum a tune to match,
Then do a loop-de-loop
In my little spacecraft.

I come to the landing dock,
But I don't stop.
I zip by,
"This isn't my home!"
I loudly proclaim.

I see the glowing blue orb
In the black distance ahead of me.
The stars zip by,
As I'm in my little spacecraft.

The song on the radio,
Is playing for you and I.
I hum a tune,
As the time flies by.

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This poem inspired by feelings inside of me. Midget is feeling good again. My mind isn't staticy, it isn't confused. I'm sure of things and I'm not going to let anyone bring me down from this high feeling. I like it and I'm gonna keep on putting along in my little spacecraft. I'll count down the days until I get to hug my big ol' bear again. I don't care what people think. I know what I feel and what I feel is good. Those old feelings and ways are gone. I'm a happy, easily sidetracked, tiny, hyper, inquisitive blonde. I'll reach for the stars and never stop 'til I catch one for me and all my friends.

OH BAWWW.
I feel fucking happy. Fucking happy.
I won't let it go away.

I should've been doing math homework but I was distracted by someone.
Little spacecraft, let's go to the moon!