This is a space where I have a mid life crisis, write about my creative journey, and talk about songwriting and share bits of terrible poetry.

Listening to Frogs

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On listening to frogs at night:

Find me, baby.

In the forest.

Find me in the tree.

Find me hanging on this branch.

Can you hear me calling to you?

I know how to find the best spot!

The one no one else knows.

It isnt much more than a spring puddle.

But we don’t really need that much.

We can hook up.

And then there will be little tads swimming in our puddle.

And next spring they will be singing too.

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