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Giant Oak, in his strength & his scorn Of the winds, by the roots was uptorn: But slim Reeds at his side, The fierce gale did outride, Since, by bending the burden was borne. |
BEND, NOT BREAK
THE FIR & THE BRAMBLE
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The Fir-tree looked down on the Bramble. “Poor thing, only able to scramble About on the ground.” Just then an axe’ sound Made the Fir wish himself but a Bramble. |
PRIDE OF PLACE HAS ITS DISADVANTAGES
