Pushing
Light
We
were going so fast,
When
we passed back through the Terran system,
That
I missed it entirely,
I
had bent over to pick up a pen
That
Charles had carelessly let fall
Old
Sol was a red speck in the rearview
When
I straightened up.
I
hate him.
At
the rate we're going,
I'll
hate him till the end of time.
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