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Bullfrog Sings the Blues

he was a bullfrog we called him Twos. no idea why, except he was slimy as glues. once upon a time he crawled out of my shoes. listening to him now, as he sings the blues. feeling sad, morose, sorrowful, irritated, sang Twos. today my wife burned my flies inside my swamp stews. my tongue is on fire, and I cannot find my booze. shall strum another song, and sing you some more blues. sorry you are sad, I said to my bullfrog, Twos. is there any way I can help you get out of these blues? maybe you could go get me fresh stew and some booze? for a bulldog, he is pushy, this guy we call Twos.

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Date: 7/7/2023 9:12:00 AM
aww cute rhyme Caren, think i will pass on the swampy stew and flies lol:-) hugs Jan xx
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/8/2023 3:29:00 PM
me too Jan me too!

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