When I woke up this morning, Jim said, "It's really foggy out there," and you know how one thing leads to another, in this case, a poem.
Froggy in a boggy,
sitting on a loggy,
a very soggy loggy
in the middle of the
foggy
boggy.
Froggy feeling groggy.
Along comes a doggy.
Froggy not so groggy.
Boggy still quite foggy.
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