My cousin Caleb and I used to go frog hunting when we were younger at my grandparent's house. There was a big slimy pond behind their house, in the cow pasture. It was famous for all of the baby frogs, the size of dimes.
In a tuft of grass, Caleb heard a noise. Thinking it was a tiny frog, he reached for it.
We screamed and ran when we learned it was an angry snake.
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Poetry Book 3
Poetrythird poem collection. they aren't in any particular order or anything like that, and after 100, there will always be a new one. if you've been here a while, I'm sure you know the drill. now, about the cover. it was a random Thursday, and an old fri...
