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Broken Toy | ||
| Once there was a little boy Crying 'cause he broke his toy. Though at first he was quite mad, Later he was only sad. Mother came to him console, Though she couldn't make it whole. So they played a little game, But it was not quite the same. After he had fully wept, He lay down and soundly slept. When we woke he was renewed, With a sense of peace imbued. | ||
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