A Plight Of Poetry

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Two little turtles sitting on a log,

A log on a river in the middle of a bog.

Two little turtles waiting patiently,

And soon there would be three.

Three little turtles sitting in a bog,

Entertained by a silly little green-backed frog,

Three little turtles and soon one more,

Because then there were four.

Four little turtles and a silly little frog,

On a log in a bog that was filling with fog,

Before long another turtle would arrive,

And then there would be five.

Five little turtles sitting in the fog,

Sickly thick like a swampy smog,

Then come by a clump of passing sticks,

Soon there would be six.

Six little turtles and a silly little frog,

On a log in a bog in the foggy smog.

Six little turtles in seventh heaven,

Soon would become seven.

Seven little turtles on…

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