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Aug 2017
Sticky fingers on panes of glass,
no sliding down to bust my ***,
waiting for the bugs to take flight,
will eat them all through the night.

So happy, I may sing a song,
chirp, chirp, chirp, its not to long,
with my tongue, I'll feast all night,
or at least until you turn off the light.
Tree frog on the window
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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