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Morning-mare
Morning-mare:
a red ride.
We are falling
but we go
up.
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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?