Pluto, from whom I am sought;
Ere sought is whom he casts aside,
Oh, dark, dark, dark; dark is ye,
Oh, no; no; no; I am light’s least,
Pluto, come near to Earth and here,
For I cannot, I am Voyager’s mile,
In whom neither methane nor ice
Can sing in me the Pluto that I am,
The depressed, the lowest, the knowest,
Beknownst to me am I so small compared,
But for size ne matters not, truly, truly,
Are but simple words sans practical means,
Then I shall swim through space to ye,
Though Sputnik tried, no greater say,
Where is Voyager, Galileo, New Horizons?
Somewhere, elsewhere, but I, Pluto, remain. 

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