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Frog by Lynn White
She looked into the pond where
the frog, sitting on a lily pad
looked back at her alert
its eyes meeting hers.
She remembered the story about a frog,
how it became a prince when kissed.
She thought of the sleeping beauty
and how she awoke to the kiss
of a prince.
So, it seemed that kisses and princes
must have some connection.
The frog was very still.
She thought it may be
still enough to kiss
but she couldn’t quite reach
though she tried and tried and tried
while the frog stayed there still waiting.
And then it spoke.
“I’m no prince,”
it said.
“But I’ll come closer,
I’d still like a kiss.”