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A space cowboy eats ice cream on the Moon
(picture via Shorpy)
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When I wake up in the morning
Not all is what it seems
I drift through a world of make believe
Between my real life and my dreams.
Strange Adventures from the space book
That I read the night before
Crowd in upon on my drowsiness
Through imagination's door.
Between sleeping and waking
The alarm clock's jangalang cry
Becomes the roaring fire-railed rocket
That hurls me through the sky.
My bed's a silver spacecraft
Which I pilot all alone
Whisp'ring through endless stratospheres
Towards planets still unknown.
Outside through the mists of morning
The spinning lights of cars
In my make-believe space voyage
Become eternities of stars.
Is that my mother calling something
That my dreams can't understand?
Or can it be crackling instructions
From far off Mission Command?
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