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FROGS
Have you ever stayed awake and heard frogs after rain? Their croaking goes on over and over again. Like waves breaking over a sandy shore, You lie there awake till you can stand no more. Put your head 'neath the pillow to stifle the sound, And then you can't breathe - out of bed you bound. You'd shut all the windows but it's much too hot, So you walk the floor and drink tea from the pot. When morning arrives; it's a beautiful day, The sun is ablaze, the rain's all gone away. You should be outdoors but you'll sleep all day long, After listening all night to the frog's constant song.
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