I had a stuffed Alf in my youth. I am not sure if my Mom still has it… or if I’d be glad she did.
I want a stuffed Alf.
Someone will have to leave their carry on behind
I think Alf is the flock’s carry-on.
I can hear the “clump clump clump” all the way down to the docks
No tip toe possibility with Alf now.
Cement shoes mean nothing in space.
Light as a feather!
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