he called to me from a tree
at the Atlanta Botanical Garden,
my frog prince, the one who would
hold me on a cold winter night
in his green froggy arms, the jewels
on his arms and legs would sparkle
in the firelight and his eyes would
gaze at me lovingly.
when I kiss him, he will turn into
a handsome prince...
for one of my
lonely girlfriends.
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