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God made me human she was feeling capricious that day actually I was meant to be a frog green and certain, self contained content to simply squat and watch flick a sticky tongue at a passing bug observer of two worlds at home in both a leap-in-waiting able when need or impulse dictates to skedaddle with the nonchalance of a Buddha a gleam of green and gold glistening on a lily leaf or kerplunking into deep cool water Frog had I such toes such elegant legs I too could scrutinise the mysteries of pools, the undersides of lilypads do you wonder Frog whether there are other ponds do you dream a dream of elsewhere do you pause to peer skywards harbour a secret wish for wings ah, what may lie beyond your pool but perhaps I ascribe too much mystery to you Frog you simply are whilst I, I am stuck in wondering, trying to connect two worlds two realities **** **** the divine indifference Tricia Lambert 2010
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Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 5:07 PM UTC
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God made me human she was feeling capricious that day actually I was meant to be a frog green and certain, self contained content to simply squat and watch flick a sticky tongue at a passing bug observer of two worlds at home in both a leap-in-waiting able when need or impulse dictates to skedaddle with the nonchalance of a Buddha a gleam of green and gold glistening on a lily leaf or kerplunking into deep cool water Frog had I such toes such elegant legs I too could scrutinise the mysteries of pools, the undersides of lilypads do you wonder Frog whether there are other ponds do you dream a dream of elsewhere do you pause to peer skywards harbour a secret wish for wings ah, what may lie beyond your pool but perhaps I ascribe too much mystery to you Frog you simply are whilst I, I am stuck in wondering, trying to connect two worlds two realities **** **** the divine indifference Tricia Lambert 2010
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Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 5:07 PM UTC
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