Frogs. - Poem by Colleen Wright
Some may think that I have 'gone to the dogs'
when I tell them that I now love frogs.
Since living north at Sandstone Point
I've grown to understand the joint,
and the beautiful creatures I've not before known,
they do vary from beautiful greens to cane brown.
Thank you my very good friend
Collie Mary, for now I do send
my love, and many a good thought
for the knowledge you have bought
and the friendship you have given to me,
plus the value of frogs, I now clearly see.
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