Love, Nefarious

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Go into the night woods dark,
summer at its peak,
Listen to the croaking song
the minute frog does speak.

A throaty back and forth it sounds
Until you venture near,
The brazen, sexy bellow then,
Mysteriously disappears.

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Cosmic surfer of paradoxes.
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