The frog in the Pond

Regretfully sitting on a stinking sinking sog of a log without ever thinking a doubt the great clever frog fretfully jumped straight through his view of groggy fog before the door of fate seemed to deem him too graciously land in a spaciously grand pond which he voraciously grew a fond bond with.he thought it swell that just as he fell a really lonely Lilly pad caught him as only she was glad to to do oh so well.forever endeavored to to never leave that silly Lilly's side. The true notion came as no surprise when just then little brittle hearted Lilly started to realize with the gleaming sunrise beaming in his ocean filled blue eyes that she ideally felt the same.borrowed time flew by fast and in their most borrowed prime they knew they could boast at last.more so a whispered mumble that there is foreseen eternal love between an honest humble husband and wife waiting for them in the land promised from up above.

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