Saturday, November 17, 2012
Four...three...two...one...
The countdown to the move to Firedoglake is coming down to the final count...
the countdown starts
watching in a trance
the crew is certain
nothing left to chance
all is working
trying to relax
up in the capsule
"send me up a drink"
jokes Major Tom
the count goes on
4...3...2...1...
Earth below us
drifting falling
floating weightless
calling calling home...
Four...three...two...one...
All systems go...if the countdown continues to plan, we're rocketing very, very soon to our new home.
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