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Perspective


“Greetings friend,” said I. “Do you need help?” asked my friend. “Oh, no thank you,” was my reply, So my friend said, “this will only meet a bitter end.” “I’m here by no accident,” I explained. “For perspective changed is perspective gained.” “Are you certain Mr. Turtle?” asked my friend with a frown. I answered,”Oh yes, quite certain, I’ll watch the world upside-down.” “I think I’ll join you if I may,” my friend declared. And I replied, “Of course”, as my interest flared. So down beside me Mr. Hare laid, right in the middle of our sunny glade. After a while he said, “Well, that was fun but I gotta scurry.” “You go ahead,” I said, “I’m in no hurry.”
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