The Angry Toad
Pulling weeds, my hand
Broke the toad's peace—its look said,
You mother fucker.
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Wintry Nightmare
Bitter slimy stings,
Airborne worms in winter winds,
Sticking to my skins.
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Infinity
Passing days and nights become,
Blooming and growing and fading and dying.
Endless the cycle of life.
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