THE TORN MAP

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I tore my map on a sharp nail,
And let out an almighty wail.
but mother said “it’s alright,dear.
The world is still entirely here”
She fixed my map with sellotape,
Then wiped my face with baby wipes.
 I went  off to fly my kite,
And do you know,she was quite right

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