jumping frogs from riverbanks
i could catch some for dinner
i wait for them to run out of air
then pick them up like pear
no let them be where they be
to catch mosquitoes all day
i continue walking downstream
passing vegetable farms & ranch
i love to see how's the river doing
digging roots along the way; cruel
when you're on its way; you be erase
expected as rain pour on her face
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