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Built a boat with boards of wood,
made with junk I knew was good.
Drifted on the seven seas,
searching for the birds and bees.
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Saw new lands; north, east, south and west,
returning home, thought it best.
My ship now sits on a stand,
fearful of the careless hand.
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Now if this vessel were too to break,
with scraps of wood I will remake.
Fitted then in a case of glass,
reflecting time for all who pass.
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And if this glass too shall smash,
its shards of glass tossed to the trash.
With broken sticks pulled from within,
my craft of new will then begin.
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