00 Days Project
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I'll write a poem every day, might be tiny but it'll be complete.
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That first year a slick frog appeared by the pond shining green with a pale stripe and spectacular racket BWERRRBURBURBURBURBURBURP echoed all night. Next year there were two who'd wrestle quietly in the rushes. Together, they had no song.
Day 2 Together
True story. I have a thing about pairs.