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John Ridland


KING STORK


King Log spoke hollowly, his boom
reverberated through the room--

a log boom's not a booming note
blooming from a bullfrog's throat,

a wooden O, an ode of wood.
Frogs told their God, It was no good.

God turned His pond thoughts with a fork
and sent a new King down, King Stork.


Copyright 2002 by John Ridland

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