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Apr 2022
floating in my canoe
on this quiet flowing stream
screaming past go jetboats
racing to see the end
my attention goes back
to that odd looking creature
who slapped his flat tail
as if to simply say hello
I continued to watch
a little time longer
as the sun slowly set
off in the distance
a bullfrog asked
how do?
ymmiJ
Written by
ymmiJ  M/Anchorage
(M/Anchorage)   
110
     Gideon and Rosen Blanche
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