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FROGS By ... Steve Lucky At night, near the window, frogs can be heard. To them the idea of travelling never occurred. Frogs tend to prefer to do things their own way. On lilly pads or near the pond they will stay. Listening to the croaking sum, People have no dellusions of what they will become. From tadpoles they mature and as frogs they will remain. More complex ideas do not come to their brain. Unlike frogs, people constantly change. To people, staying the same is strange. People and frogs both like to communicate Even when the time is late. Sounds of frogs croaking late at night Brings to some people a small delight. Legends about frogs becoming something new Remind people what they are supposed to do. Copyright 2002, Steve Lucky
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