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A Quick Glance.

A quick glance,

And the rose was green.

A quick glance,

And the rose was red.

A quick glance.

And the rose was yellow.

A quick glance,

And the rose was blue.

What was happening?

Ah! A boy was playing hide and seek with them,

And each time I looked,

They were being hidden by him,

Leaving a single rose behind.

At last he called out,

“Blue, green, red, yellow”.

Adios!

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