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The Patience Of A Frog

Across the pond float lily pads Upon one sat a frog, He looked rather startled His eyes were wide agog. Had he seen a stalking heron, Was he scared to move, thought I Then to my surprise, his tongue shot out And caught a passing fly. That wise old frog had patience It comes to those who wait, For that fly, it came to him And that wise old frog, he ate.

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Date: 8/11/2019 2:14:00 PM
Great! Bon appetit, Sir Frog! Delicious... :) gw (soup mail)
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