Dream:
April blossoms whiffed through the crispy air.
A clear blue sky held the fluffy white clouds.
April winds whispered through the trees with care.
A clear blue lake rippled with misty shrouds.
I met a handsome man and we were wed.
My hopes and dreams were killed and I was dead.
There sat this contented, little green friend.
He croaked to me from his lake to the end.
Noise:
My sleep was disturbed by a buzzing noise.
A call came from a Pacific island place.
Guttered sounds came from an amphibious voice.
Six years ago was when I saw his face.
He asked, ‘Good morning. How are you, my dear?’
I felt truly saddened and sensed his fear.
‘Won’t you please help us today?’ croaked the frog.
Truth was hidden through this thick veil of fog.
First attempt at heroic respetto…
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