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Nov 2012
She floats like a bubble
Across the country of trouble
Dreaming of a new
World to have room to tumble

The Cows cackled "Boohoo
Too bad for you"
And they knew
Of a land of blue and true

But they would not tell her
So she floated out to her mother
And kissed her goodbye
As she left on a piece of Rye
Bread.
Written by
Caroline B
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