E-Mail   by Karl Chamberlain   Bio/Address

The tadpoles cried
"What happened to the neighborhood?
Are all the ugly old toads gone?"

For, beautiful skin
flows with a fin
and is none for us,
the flash in streams
chasing sweet worm dreams,
so cry, "Is everything gone?!"

"Back the ugly old toads
where is our love???
Is only Beauty left in the world??!
What I'd do for an ugly old wart
with a toady old heart
and a little love
for the imperfect."

Karl Chamberlain

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