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Thursday, November 25, 2010
Coming upon a Dead Toad, I Remember an Old Friend from the Vietnam Era
When I saw what had happened
To the toad that only yesterday
Had been reconnoitering my garden,
The first thing that shot through
My mind was my buddy’s strange
But now too, too familiar
Nickname splayed out
Cross the road there.
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