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Monday, February 27, 2012
Frog man
Frog man from Michael
long ago
in coastal Mississippi
on bayou seldom
seen.
Frog man lost,
for years after 2005,
the year of
tearing,
the year of
sorrows,
the year
we drowned.
Frog man back.
Crawled up
and clawed, too.
Like us.
All of us.
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