III
There were almost four hundred until the black day
I discovered how high they would fly to the sky
If you used them for tennis instead of a ball..

Zinging glass satellites crueller than fate
Whacked with a racket up into the blue
I'd smashed all the greenhouses on the estate
And a crowd formed a queue at the gate..

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Writer(s): IAN FRANCESKO MOSLEY, MARK COLBERT KELLY, PETER JOHN TREWAVAS, STEVE HOGARTH, STEVEN THOMAS ROTHERY