Dear diary! The summer has almost gone.
The August has almost come.
I'm writing my log.
The star-date is unknown.
The star-dust has been blown
Away by the wind or by Spock.
Here, on Earth, he seems to be pretty perfect,
Except the fact he acts like a housekeeper.
I worry about him, now I've got it.
He fall into our holidays a bit deeper,
Then we could predict. Now he is cooking strawberry jam
And call me only "my sweety, Jim".
Medicine log. Dr. McCoy is here.
I have made an antidote, but I can't be sure.
Captain and his first officer have a fever.
Anyway my help is needed urgently, de jure.
Dear diary! Now i can assume,
That yesterday morning it wasn't a good idea
To run barefoot and without costume:
I've caught a cold. Bones says I am to take medicine. So see ya!
31/07/14
Dear diary StarTrek
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