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THAT SALOME FROG Dick Wick Hall

I'm Seven Years Old
and I Cannot Swim
So Don't Blame Me
for Looking Grim.

When a Frog has to Carry
a Big Canteen
And Water his Back
to Keep it Green
And Prime Himself
if he Wants to Cry
When his Belly gets Burned
with Alkali

Where the Grass Grows Brown
instead of Green
A Frog Can't Help
but Feeling Mean.

I'm an Old Bull Frog
and Dang My Hide
I Can't Swim
Because I Never Tried.
[Dick Wick Hall]
 

At Last
[Maynard Dixon, 1875-1946]

At last
I shall give myself to the desert again,
That I, in its golden dust,
May be blown from a barren peak,
Broadcast over the sun-lands.

If you should desire some news of me,
Go ask the little horned toad whose home is the dust,
Or seek it among the fragrant sage,
Or question the mountain juniper,
And, by their silence,
They will truly inform you.

[Maynard Dixon, Painter & Artist]


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