When I was a kid I thought a lot about the moon. We were in a space race with the Russians, those evil communists, who wanted to plant their hammer and sickle flag right in the Man in the Moon’s left nostril and declare the entire celestial body a Soviet worker’s paradise.
Fly Me To The Moon
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