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Actinium
Aluminum
Americium
Antimony
Argon
Arsenic
Astatine
Barium
Berkelium
Beryllium
Bismuth
Boron
Bromine
Cadmium
Calcium
Californium
Carbon
Cerium
Cesium
Chlorine
Chromium
Cobalt
Copper
Curium
Dysprosium
Einsteinium
Erbium
Europium
Fermium
Fluorine
Francium
Gadolinium
Gallium
Germanium
Gold
Hafnium
Hahnium
Hassium
Helium
Holmium
Hydrogen
Indium
Iodine
Iridium
Iron
Krypton
Lanthanum
Lawrencium
Lead
Lithium
Lutetium
Magnesium
Manganese
Meitnerium
Mendelevium
Mercury
Molybdenum
Neilsborium
Neodymium
Neon
Neptunium
Nickel
Niobium
Nitrogen
Nobelium
Osmium
Oxygen
Palladium
Phosphorus
Platinum
Plutonium
Polonium
Potassium
Praseodymium
Promethium
Protactinium
Radium
Radon
Rhenium
Rhodium
Rubidium
Ruthenium
Rutherfordium
Samarium
Scandium
Seaborgium
Selenium
Silicon
Silver
Sodium
Strontium
Sulfur
Tantalum
Technetium
Tellurium
Terbium
Thalium
Thorium
Thulium
Tin
Titanium
Tungsten
Uranium
Vanadium
Xenon
Ytterbium
Yttrium
Zinc
Zirconium

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Astatine


It's hard to get back up each time you fall. It's hard to gain everything when you lose it all. You want that one your only your soulmate Your astatine your saving light.	By Stephanie


Back in1940 when jokes were corny and kids stayed in and played D.R. Corson discovered something new today and it was in my native country California, U.S.A., Corson chilled with vatos but this element came from astatos but that ain't all i got to say it means unstable dis ain't no fable i'm being real to you dis aint no fake it ain't no jive I ain't making a scene i'm talking about astatine.	By J.S.


Astatine The dream of rocks is nothingness, and I believe Aristotle. I, unstable and halogen-eyed stare up, when we kiss. You leave metallic blood flavor in mouth I will burst soon my life too short for constancy. Examine, discover, and unearth my astatos.	By Sunshine

ASTATINE

Atomic Number: 85, In nature you'll not find it,
its Isotopes are so short-lived
no normal pow'r can bind it.
Bombarding this with frozen that,
And slowly, one by one,
its atoms fleetingly appear, and QUICK! before they're gone -
a final blast of something hot,
and if it is to linger, it has to be collected on what's called: "A Cold Glass Finger!"
Then in a moment more before the scientist can 'fridge it,
It's gone! - well, wouldn't you escape that horrid frigid digit?

By arbelos

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