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Toad Licking

There's a colonel in most every town And chicken he does know But the youth of today are not finger licking They're licking of the toads When they run out of their drugs They must run out of their minds When the toad lickers come a licking Best to run and hide Yes, they've found a brand new high When their pot is running low The poppy fields have all run dry And the cow patty mushroom is no mo The city kids head to the swamps Just hopping at the thrill Grabbing at amphibians And licking them at will With every tantalizing lick Trippy little colors do they see Pass around the froggy For another lick if you please Makes you wonder what's up And how can this be fun When it's obvious They'll have warts on their tongue But who am I to judge As crazy as it looks Could it be as bad as crack With one lick and your hooked I have this nagging question though That bothers me to this day Who was the first to lick the toad And say this taste okay ~ribbit~

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Date: 1/20/2018 5:51:00 PM
Lol, I think I'd croak if someone tried to get me to lick one! Very ribbitting (riveting) fun witty write Mike!~Che :)
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