Wise frog
The water rushes, crisp and free
a frog jumps in
he must be so cold I think
I am not wet with a coat, and I shiver
here I am feeling bad for him
I wish he had something to keep him warm
I wish he had what I had
how does he live like that I wonder
but I am so naive
he knows so much more than I do
he jumped in, nobody pushed him
look at me standing here
not wet, with a coat and shivering
so pathetic
so I take off my coat
and I jump in
the frog was right!
I am cold now
but this was my choice
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