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| Photo By: Ensio Kauppila |
I think I'd like to go there someday,
To where the sidewalk ends.
What atoms pluck the empty horizon?
And does the earth unravel itself to ride the milky way?
How far will my penny travel after its done free falling into the core?
And will my luck still be good if Abraham Lincoln is smiling up at me?
Where the sidewalk ends and the cliff becomes narrow,
Just at the edge of the earth,
Will the wind sweep me off my feet and wisp me into a floating vacant space,
Or will I catch the next cloud to the other side of where the sidewalk ends?
