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Aug 2012
One eyed frog,
Misses all the flies,
Yet still he gets that feeling,
That he succeeded,
A high.
Poor little frog,
He forgot the taste,
Now his tongue,
A tangled mess,
Never leaves its space.
One day that frog,
Manged to catch a bug,
Never wanted,
To let go,
He felt so loved.
But that stupid frog,
Grabbed the fly all wrong,
It got away,
And still comes around,
But can't stay too long.
O' one eyed frog,
Your song is so unsung,
And the only day,
The world will hear it,
Is the day you have no where left to run.

Now he is alone,
On his lily pad,
One eyed frog,
Only looks half sad.
I feel for you frog.
Wuji
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Wuji
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   Meka Boyle
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