Well she’s a person, place, and a thing
That orbits ‘round the Sun.
She’s the mother
Of all of us
Children,
And the place where we come from;
She can never be preceded
By an indefinite article
Such as “an” or “a”
Call her what you want...
Just remember to add before her name
“The”
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