Frogs
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Frogs sit more solid Than anything sits, in mid-leap They are parachutists falling In a free fall. They die on roads With arms across their chests And heads high. I love frogs that sit Like Buddha, that fall without Parachutes, that die Like Italian tenors. Above all, I love them because, Pursued in water, they never Panicso much that they fail To make stylish triangles With their ballet dancer's Legs. (By katie lawal)
