A Toad
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A toad
On a road
Squashed
The ford squished the toad
Gods wheels made the devil implode
Dreams seeping into the sun
Travelers
No idea the death they created
The toad
Now was rotting on the road
Death saved humanity
The toad was a loathsome load
Of vile spittle
Of spiteful dribble
Tribble and vitriol
The toad was a seeker
He found his destiny
As road kill
Gods will
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2017
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