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To the lone tree frog who sings at midnight

High pitched singing, alone he asks,
“Are you coming? Are you there?
Little tree frog, did you sleep through
the wild chorus of your friends?
They sang without you,
one after another, and another, on and on,
You slept through it all,
the party’s over,
It’s late now,
Go to bed.
        02-25-2019

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