If kiddies pop frogs,
such is an icier situation than ours.
Podium dogs yawn and sigh.
Their apathy outdoes our activism.
The gin died and fluency was laid skilfully aside.
This relic is a burr in my ducts, too rich for my downturn.
A choleric chorus howls with vigor,
jaded as fog and with as much worth as a fib.
-Anna Truckey
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