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Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg

Baby Toes

There is a blue star, Janet,
Fifteen years’€™ ride from us,
If we ride a hundred miles an hour.
 
There is a white star, Janet,
Forty years’€™ ride from us,
If we ride a hundred miles an hour.
 
Shall we ride
To the blue star
Or the white star?

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