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Feb 20
A well and boiled frog, I am.
My sticky tongue ate up that scam.
Webbed toes can't swim away
The lid is closed for holiday.
Don't know what I coulda done
Nobody coulda saw that'd come.
My frog anatomy succumbed
to temperatures about a ***-
dred and seventy-three,
and for the perfect duration
to cook me.
ragtagradical
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ragtagradical  Antagonistic Earth
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