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It tells the time (a tribute to Roddy) (Free verse) by richa On a lillypad by the pond
puffing, his throat like pipes
proud as a scot
the toad waits for night
by the howl of the fox.
Curious as a man
I ask: 'why the peculiar watch'.
The toad replies: 'for it tells
the time,
and i have no wrist.'
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