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Kid with a wet cloth slopping on the floor:
Water dropping everywhere and trickles free.
Mum comes dashing in the door -
Can’t you try to make less mess for me?
I have to clean this now and go down on my knee!
Oh mum, please don’t wipe it all away -
And leave that big wiggly trickle to run.
This is a map of South America I’ve drawn today
And that’s the mighty River Amazon.
In all the world, it’s the biggest one.
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Note
Pretty close to the truth, for as kid I was a map-o-holic, (still am),
and drew maps freehand whenever I had the chance.
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Written by Sydney Peck 27 July 2012
Entered in Cyndi MacMillan's Contest YOU DO UNDERSTAND!!!!
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