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Jan 2016
The frog rests on his lily, he seems to rest in bliss.
I do not understand so I quizzically insist.
"Excuse me Mr. Frog" I say
"But can you answer this. How is it your so happy in this slimy grimy mist?"
"Good day!" as he dances to the bridge in which I stand.
"One day I will get the kiss that turns me into man.
My queen and I will rule from the castle on the hill,
I'll remember where I come from, these waters calm and still."
Big dreams are had by this frog that will one day wear a crown,
as he shouts with glee and welcomes me, to the Town Where No One Frowns

I cross the open planes, where the Giant roams with ease.
He feasts upon the bushes and the branches from the trees.
I look on, astonished, there is fear I feel so grand.
"Have no fear he bellows, for I do not dine on man."
With a smile as big as his stature seems to be,
he says "The townspeople, they are all afraid of me"
"How can you be so joyous?" I utter soft with fright.
"I guard the town from wolves, while they're asleep at night.
It is because my presence, the wolves they stay at bay,
I protect this land at night, so the town is safe by day.
He tips his hat, and laughs as he nibbles on a tree.
I smile back at him "You're secrets safe with me"
He shares a great big hug, and then gently lets me down
Everyone serves their purpose
in this Town Where No One Frowns
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Written by
Gerald Lynch  CT
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