COME ON!

COME ON!
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The chameleon ran vertically, straight up the wall
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and disappeared though a crack infinitesimally small
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“Did you just see that”! The post man exclaimed
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“Their the masters of disguise”, I quickly explained
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Running across, peering through the small crack
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The post man kept looking dropping his sack
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“Stand back and wait quietly, he’ll soon reappear”
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And then… as if by magic, the chameleon was there.
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I turned to the post man and to my great surprise
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Morphing, a giant chameleon looked me straight in the eyes
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“That is my boy” he proudly said,
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Placing him in his post bag, that turned in to a bed
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And with that I left, driving off in my van
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Waving good- bye, to what was the post man.
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Who then quickly changed to a red traffic light
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Which I screeched to halt at… try as I might
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I could not escape from his tight griped clutches
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My ‘Misses’ deathly quiet, that’s unlike the Duchess
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Then the traffic light changed, red amber,, green
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When a ‘HONK’ from behind, shattered my dream
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Po