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Post by {~*LauraFrog*~} on Oct 14, 2005 2:20:23 GMT -5
Yep. This one is about frogs:
On Rainy Nights
He started as a tiny egg, Laid one warm, rainy night, He soon became a tadpole, He swam towards the light, He changed into a froglet, Struggled to survive, Many years later, This brave frog is still alive.
You hear him on a rainy night, Calling out his heart, Searching, waiting for his chance, Hiding in the dark. You hear his calling fading As the years roll along, Finally it doesn't come, Another frog has gone.
Why don't people notice? Why don't the people care? For two hundred million years, His call has echoed in the air. Not for too much longer, It's time to heed the cry, Or we'll no longer hear the frogs That call on rainy nights.
I like it.
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Post by Heather@Amnezia on Oct 14, 2005 2:49:30 GMT -5
Wow I think that is excellent, I like it too!
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Post by duckie16 on Oct 14, 2005 14:06:26 GMT -5
I second Heather.. Wow! Great job! I could really never write poetry... blah. lol
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