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My First Masterpiece
— a romantic ballad —

 
A frog was on the highway,
Heedless of where he sat.
        A truck came by,
        The frog said “Hi”…
The big truck squashed him flat!

 

 

 

 

[written by the author of The Boardinghouse]

 

 

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Written by macheide

11 November 2014 at 5:46 pm

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