The Tortoise Or The Hare
W Walterrean Salley
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Skies are melancholy and gray.
Fog sets in—reducing visibility.
From nowhere comes nature's broom
And sweeps the melancholy skies.
Hues transcend. Fog disappears.
I'm now traveling with the hare.
Traveling with the tortoise today.
Skies are melancholy and gray.
Fog sets in—reducing visibility.
Oddly appears nature's broom
And sweeps the melancholy skies.
Hues transcend as fog disappears.
I'm now traveling with the hare.
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