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I thought i hit a frog today, and squached it in the road. I gained up on a rough textured blur, wishin' it had jumped, just a few inches farther I did not let my direction be broke, I listened intently, for that frogs fatal croak. but instead i heard crinkly leaf. Cause that was only a crinkly leaf, not even a frog.
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Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 8:45 PM UTC
frog squachin'
I thought i hit a frog today, and squached it in the road. I gained up on a rough textured blur, wishin' it had jumped, just a few inches farther I did not let my direction be broke, I listened intently, for that frogs fatal croak. but instead i heard crinkly leaf. Cause that was only a crinkly leaf, not even a frog.
phew. it was a close one.
timmy-durden
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Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 8:45 PM UTC
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