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Ferdinand

Ferdinand the frog was as mute as a swan as his friends hopped to school one by one he would sit on the rocks and silently cry as the rest of the frogs sang a sweet lullaby His sister and brother both had a fine voice While Ferdinand just watched; he had no choice they would choose the best spot and harmonise serenading the group brought tears to his eyes He puckered his mouth and pursed his lips alas nothing came out except silence in drips he stood on his back legs and tried to scream but it was all in vain as he fell in the stream It made him quite sad and his skin went pale he broke out in warts, his health started to fail his friends all gathered and laughed and joked as Ferdinand slumped… then he finally croaked. © 10/2/2014

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Date: 12/17/2015 4:03:00 AM
lines with curves of wisdom and landscapes of awe! My mind is in a park of joy to how I manage selecting this page. Keep on writing dear poet and as always, a wonderful 7 without a doubt!
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Date: 7/10/2014 4:09:00 PM
So loved the flowing David, and your words sure made me smile. Such a pleasant poem to read, James :)
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Date: 6/30/2014 2:40:00 AM
Croak Croak : )Ow Ferdinand,I'm glad He finally made it to be heard ..Very entertaining!!!Charma
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Date: 6/28/2014 11:40:00 PM
come on, David. you need a lot more poems up here!!! haha.
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Date: 6/20/2014 6:17:00 PM
Awe, poor Frog, David. great story......SKAT
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Date: 6/8/2014 8:00:00 PM
Laughter is like a medicine! Thanks for the awesome prescription, Dr. David! 7 Chuck
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Date: 6/8/2014 7:44:00 PM
I love this ,,, as well as my 7 year old grand daughter loves it as well.. ((( happy summer )))
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Date: 6/8/2014 2:34:00 AM
Hi David, good to hear from you my friend, thanks for asking about me. I have been here and there with some emotional ups and downs, but hanging on in there. I like this write, it got me in a jolly childlike mood, reminding me of stories I used to read as a child. A fine write my friend. Blessings. Joy Wells
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Date: 6/7/2014 4:31:00 PM
well woven tale thrilling my inner child , david.. charmed by this!.. huggs
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Date: 6/6/2014 10:00:00 PM
Ferdinand. that is a fun name to give him, David. I did a poem about my cat once croaking too. She literally made a croaking sound and fell over dead (at age 23!!!) I liked the last stanza best. Was silly but fun!!
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Date: 6/5/2014 1:21:00 PM
Oh I dearly loved this one David! Now this is the kind of story that would make an excellent children's book. I can see it illustrated in my mind, introducing children to poetry in the most marvelous way possible.You have to get this published one day David. Going straight into my favorites'. BRAVO! Applause!
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Date: 6/4/2014 7:32:00 PM
Ferdinand came and Ferdy went, tadpole to frog till his lifetime was spent, the croaking he did with great style, well done here mate...
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Date: 6/4/2014 6:57:00 PM
Death is harsh punishment for not singing. Harsh for just about anything.... A fine write and last line took me by pleasant surprise!! BRAVOOOO!!!!
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