To a duck, a waddle
is a way to go. To
a pig, thick slop
is a medium to know.
To a snake, the ground
is the highest kind of low.
To a frog, the moonlight
might just seem a Godly glow.
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Cute, cuter than I expected. Please read my Where The Polar Winds Blow. Adeline