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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.'
Up the ladder:
Equestrian Dreams
Down the ladder:
Fraser Allonby Quidnam Cruris
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Posted: November 28, 2003 4:54 AM PST; Last modified: November 28, 2003 4:54 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.381449 Overall Rank: 3245 Comments:
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ShaNoN+960317485 @ 199.40.206.3
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28-Nov-03/8:45 AM
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toad has a wrist boyo. That he does, but no watch:o)
At least the wristless might still sing.
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