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Ode To A Toad This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

By Anne-Marie W., Concord, MA


   I was out one day for my usual jog,

(I go kinda easy, rarely full-hog)

When I happened to see, right there on the road

The squishy remains of a little green toad.



I thought to myself, where is his home?

Down yonder green valley, how far did he roam?

From out on the pond I heard sorrowful croaks,

Could that be the wailing of some of his folks?



I felt for the toad and his pitiful state,

But the day was now fading, and such was his fate.

In the grand scheme of things, now I confess,

What's one little froggie, more or less?






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3 comment(s)
esben
I like the old fashioned style of writing. Cute poem. Food for thought.
May. 04, 2014 at 8:40 PM • Report
cottoncandy28
I'm not the writer of this poem, but I can tell you that it wasn't plagerized because if it was it wouldn't be allowed on the website. 
Mar. 10, 2013 at 9:37 PM • Report
cottoncandy28
Are you jealous or something?
Mar. 10, 2013 at 9:41 PM • Report
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