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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