Saturday, July 20, 2024

Remembering One Small Step

  "I sail to the moon
I spoke too soon
And how much did it cost
I was dropped from
The moonbeam
And sailed on shooting stars."

"Maybe you'll
Be president
But know right from wrong
Or in the flood
You'll build an Ark."

"And sail us to the moon
Sail us to the moon
Sail us to the moon
Sail us to the moon."

Fifty-five years ago, today.
-bill kenny

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