The black hole
In space a region of gravitational
That eats so lots of suns
To imagine no creation can,
To it our only star, the sun
Is a small particle one,
Like a tiny mole
In its grave hole,
Does it make one wonder?
That shallow up a lots of stars
For not a single moment but forever
All those it digests forever.

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