The joke
A group of invisible frogs
Chuckle noisily together
Over some private joke
In their corner of the swamp.
Curious,
I draw near; they fall silent.
So I resume my wandering
And they resume their laughter.
This time, I presume,
The joke is me.
Fresh Hell 
Oh, I like this one! I’m going to steal it! It’s bookmarked now! It’s mine! Mine! I’ve bookmarked it!
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Hey, I wrote that for me and me alone. You think you can just walk around with my poem in your brain like you own it?
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Well…um…actually, Sarah, that’s exactly what I am proposing to do. No worries, though. You can visit it for an hour or two of quality time every other weekend. We can work this out like civilized folks!
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With a full-scale technological arms race?
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i love the laughing frogs. when i first heard it i was like, “something in the pond is laughing.” it’s both creepy & cool.
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They are kind of creepy, aren’t they? I never thought about it before, because frogs are so damn cute and fat and tiny. I think I like creepy cute things more than cute things. I saw a baby snake yesterday and I loved it so much.
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Ha-ha…ribbit!
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The baby snake was so adorable! And so are fat and tiny frogs that laugh at us.
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Right! Even if the laughs are unsettlingly loud and unearthly, they’re still coming from itty bitty green blobs with googly eyes 🙂
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