The astronaut idly drew lines on the glass
Over an earthen underlay
The boundaries on each country that passed
And to her dismay
From way up high, among the stars
She who knew so much
Could not, from a distance so far
Separate them with touch
Islands were easy, but beyond those
What was this and that?
Whose were those jungles and those snows?
The mountains seemed flat
She pondered which rulers she was mimicking
And what she had just found
So she decided all that bickering
Was best left on the ground
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