He wants to shake the moss off his
back and leave the tadpoles behind.
They remind him of his misspent youth, and
wasted spring. The blackbird sings of
blue skies, far off lands,
and the bullfrog dreams of flying.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 30th, 2024 19:02
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Comments6
Well done.There 's a touch of Aesop's fables here.Excellent
Thank you, David.
You got to have a dream. Nicely done.
Thank you.
Fly high Thomas.
Andy
Thank you.
Yes, I know how he feels. I was The Birdman but me wings did not open. Arrgghh! lol.
See me going over this cllliiiffffff? And notice the good acting there. lol.
Thank you for reading.
Genius ! I have an enormous smile dear Thomas, you make it all so easy. Love the metaphor and the imagery. 🌹
Thank you, Teddy. Very kind.
as good as always Thomas
Thank you, Sir.
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