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?

Published in Smoke and Steel

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