Lean back in my recliner, listening
To Elton, staring at the ceiling,
Imagining the night sky beyond it,
Then I get this spooky feeling,
That the chair on which I sit,
And my tentative dwelling place,
Are clinging to a planet reeling,
At great speed, through Space...
Note: This is a revision of a poem I wrote on 12/21/2012)
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