For the last five days Paul has entertained us with his amazing poetry skills. Just before going to sleep he penned what may be his final space poem.
After hearing too many spooky noises in the night, Paul consoles himself by writing some more of his excellent poetry. Here it is in its entirety:
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Where are we going and how do we know?
It seems as though we've been on this craft from many years ago.
We set off when we were young but now we're seventy three.
The oldest-in-space cosmonauts are Billy, Keri, Charlie and Me.
When we land it will be worth it for a space walk that Earth will see.
And this was TV shown for all the world to see.
Paul French.
Sweet dreams Paul!
