Sonnet 1

Gaseous beings of such immense magnitude
Oddly consist of mostly empty space
On this planet we are marveled that they can be viewed
Gazing upon them, they speak to us
Speaking in riddles, it's all I haear, but it continues slight resembling a new farm
These objects do no lie as people often do
Trust is hard to find and obtain
But once you have it, its stuck to you like glue.  Nothing can wash this glue away, not even the rain.  It may seem silly and childish to trust the stars
But I do because their responses are unbiased and realistic; plus they will not key your cars.

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