"Frog was trembling. 'I am not afraid!' he shouted." --@FrogandToadbot
Pursues me even in my dreams, this rain
of blood, & i'm alone with it come dawn.
A scuttling pair of claws, a paper crane
& all my neighbors gleeful with the con.
A yen to mind my last & turn cynic
answers, for it was us who taught bright bombs
could save a hamlet; huff that kinnikkinnik...
Such is my mild scourge or Moloch salaams
compiling. But the record-trail remains
& leads me deep into death's labyrinth
where i betimes must mount that stupid plinth
to check out just how far the treadmill's gains.
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