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And there on the ground a puddle was made,
that reflected the sky, and the place where he laid.
The voice bade him look in the pool, and he saw,
the face of a donkey, his own he was sure!
He saw what he made and he was amazed.
upon his self-image he then deeply gazed,
The donkey, wearing the old hat like a crown,
the burdens he carried, sun up to sun down.
He began to laugh as the vision took hold,
this ego he’d cherished as if it was gold.
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