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I once cut a hole in my tent, to sleep beneath the sky,
I wanted to feel like a sailor of old - using the stars as a guide.
Dad said the hole was an error, the design of my tent unsound,
He reckoned the rain would fill my tent and likely as not, I’d drown.
I laughed so hard I nearly choked; my Dad was pretty funny,
Yet looking back I wish I’d listened, his worries were on the money.
For it wasn’t the rain that filled my tent and washed me far away,
But the tears of an astronaut floating in space, that’d somehow lost his way.
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