Substance, Wanted

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The bird asks the frog,

what do you know about flying,

about the way how wind can hurt?

This is for the toad that we remember,

when our webbed feet bleed

for the person who locked his door

with his empty words in North Point

For the hope that exists in the world of no hope,

I say no more

until my son meets his frog


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