I once took a walk through the forest
and as I was stepping over logs, I saw
a small frog who was jumping along,
I probably would have let him be if he
hadn't reminded me of a certain writer that
I always wanted to be. So I followed him along
as he croaked a mournful song until we
reached his destination. It was a fallen space station
that was only filled with books. I took one look
through the titles and I became slightly bothered;
the names that I saw were only my favorite authors.
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