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Forgetting the Frog

the horned toad was told he couldn't be a frog or a prince no matter how horny he was but his head doctor not a shrink was of the phrenological kind feeling the lay of the land and filling in landfills and landmines mind you remember this time when pressing a lump to sum it up this was when you we're seven and you decided to ride your skateboard as if you were catching a wave but what saved you was your stubbornness and so today you come to me asking what does this one mean and i see well what i mean is my fingers talk for me but this is a bump of life and love that is with my touch seems to be from this morning when you forgot your anniversary

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Date: 9/18/2019 8:03:00 AM
No one wants to be a toad or a frog for that matter.
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Jeff Connelly
Date: 9/18/2019 6:01:00 PM
Ribbit Richard.

Book: Shattered Sighs