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They make it happen

they work fast

don’t mind the dust–
they don’t

They know that
in a month
a week
a day

it might be gone

So they pull on
their workgloves

arm themselves

with rags and
spray bottles,

shop-vacs and
paint-rollers,

no masks,

and get to work

They make
things happen
when they can

and they never,
ever let anyone
believe that
they can’t
make things happen,
too.

So what are a
few fumes and
dust bunnies

in the face of
the magic
of space?

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