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I walk a million miles a day,
and dream a million dreams.
I ask to see what people say,
and after, when they go away-
I find out what it means.
I grow each day, a thousand feet.
Not everyone can tell.
And when the sky and I will meet-
I'll call a certain cloud my seat-
and rest my body well.
And if I die before my day,
I hope my dreams live on.
There must be some fantastic way-
to keep them alive or make them stay-
When I'm already gone.
Today's poem, "A Million Miles" was written when I was 16. Today I remembered my Dad's reaction to it: "We gotta publish that sucker!" It is one of my favorite memories of my life.