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The world, from up high
is seen as from another eye;
Perspectives change
and objects rearrange;
It's fun seeing it all from on top of a plane,
of a particularly tall Great Dane.
The world, from down low
is a whole other show;
The cold, damp earth
contains precious little mirth;
There is naught to do in that deep, dank hole,
except mayhap a promiscuous mole.
The world, from the left
is much different than from the other left;
I close this humble geographical review
with a famous but salient point for you;
It's all about that well-known exclamation:
location, location, location!
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