A French frog's thoughts on the Skagit river. American frogs welcome to read if they can handle my croaking poorly in their language...
Friday, August 07, 2009
August kicking in
I stepped out on my porch tonight The breeze was agitating the tall poplar And the curly willow Dark night, Cool air, Still summer, So gentle breeze, I want to camp out.
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