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Frog Music When January is warm out even in the afternoons I hear frog music all jubilee, all bliss. Night may try to dampen their spirit, but no luck. Fool-hearty, they sing Summer, or Spring. I have nothing profound to say not about frog music, anyway. I just wanted to write down that I noticed. 

 I Don't Like Poems That Make Me Sound "Troubled" ~ If I am always going to be in trouble, I may as well  make it count.  ~ Instead of missing curfew by five minutes, I am on time ~ so drunk I have to crawl, hands and knees, to our front door. ~ Instead of staying up too late chatting on the phone, or internet,  ~ I am busted for sneaking away in broad daylight to meet that boy in the parking lot of our store.  ~ Instead of tardies,  I skip class altogether. ~ I get high in that neighborhood, watch raindrops race to merge on the pane. ~ If I am always going to be  in trouble, I may as well make it count.  ~ Does this count? ~ Does this?