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The Chameleon I caught a chameleon in my backyard, and to amuse myself moved him from a green leaf to a tree's brown bark, then to my yellow porch where he froze as himself his eyes on me as ifwaiting for me to change. But I stayed the same. I stayed the same, and kept him behind a screen until he had shown me his rainbow, until he had given me every color he possessed. Then I opened the door, but he wouldn't move. He just kept his eyes on me as if waiting for me to change. H7 ...

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