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Frogs |
JP Senior Member
since 1999-05-25
Posts 1343Loomis, CA |
Ok folks. I have a co-worker who adores frogs. Gimme something good for her, 'kay? Yesterday is ash, tomorrow is smoke; only today does the fire burn. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Frogs? egads...I once wrote something about loving fried frog legs, but somehow I don't think it appropriate? I'll let this bounce round my head in there, and see if anything comes out...*chuckle* |
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Wind
since 2002-10-12
Posts 2981 |
I wrote this poem a while ago. It is somewhere in open poetryif you can find it. It is about those frogs who live in the desert in Arazona, that sleep under the ground for as long as 3 years! Years without rain Have slowed us down Until the dust coats our skin And we just disappear. For years we lay waiting Until hope is gone And we give up And get ready to stop breathing. Until it rains again Never before has mud been so cherished |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Frogs...would an old poem do? I can send an excerpt... |
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Local Parasite
since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
How unusual. I just posted a poem about frogs, around the same time another person in Teen posted a poem about frogs... and Vicky's latest villanelle has a frog cameo... Hmm... frog fever has hit PIP I suppose? |
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Ceinwyn Member Elite
since 2000-07-09
Posts 2175VA |
I wrote about Kermit being a carnevourous hermit..like 5 years ago does that count..lol and hmm..apparently I can't spell tonight If at first you don't succeed destroy all the evidence that you tried. |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
I wrote this from a challenge phrase (frogs in my lap) On a pickup ride in Arkansas I sat beside my third cousin Lou He drove so fast my hat fell off Boy that old Chevy really flew! He picked up some stray dog And tossed him into the back That darn dog slid from side to side Till he was caught in Lou’s gun rack We stopped at a store to pick up food That Lou threw on the floor all this time he said not a word As I clung terrified to the door He pulled up to an old gray shanty And sprinted behind a willow tree When he returned he was buttoning his pants Ole Lou must’ve had to pee He drove like hell between all his stops Till my jaw felt like it was a flap At the end of the ride I sat perfectly still Bugs in my hair – frogs in my lap |
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