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The little lost Purse
While being taken on a journey
The tiny purse was lost,
Not knowing how it got there
Or how to deal with nighttime frost.
Until a passing motorist
Came upon the tiny purse,
It had been laying helpless
Beside a little patch of turf.
The tiny purse was rescued
And taken somewhere safe,
And the lady at the station
Said its contents were all in place.
The tiny purse was patient
Awaiting someone just to claim,
That she belonged to someone
With a very special name.
The name was found inside the purse
But the endless task to reunite,
Was made harder from technology
It seemed the tiny purse's plight.
The purse was set inside a desk
And guarded so carefully,
Until the final moment came
When a call could set it free.
The purse now has a journey
Across the country cold and vast,
And can't wait to be united
With it's owners arms at last.
written by Deborah
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