No Secret

i know it when it happens, even if It's night I'll hear the first fine tone tuning with both my eyes shut tight music in the marshes concerts in the bogs.
Joyful songs of of welcome from serenading frogs.
Peepers shrill the flute notes. Bull frogs pound the drums.
So I won't be surprised at all by spring time when it comes.





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