poem frog shut up
beguiling
he regaling
was
undertheflatstones
of a long dead
babbling brook
smooth
dead
stones
faded grays/reds
he secreted away
throwing grains of sand
at
mice and frogs
and
the bare wrinkled feet of
halfretardedinbred
country boys
in
darkstained overalls
fleck
fleck
fleck
specks of
lame and angry
underneath the flatsmoothstones
he
growled

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