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Shall we watch the solar flares 

Sitting in our camping chairs

Cardboard glasses for the stare

Dressed in barely underwear

Or shall we watch the Facebook clips

And get our kicks from guessing which

Are real or made by microchips

Breaking up the shopping tips

Or shall we wait for it indoors

The universe I can't explore

That perfect spot is such a chore

I will follow it on Radio Four.