To croak or not to crock? That is the question that boggles the lives of the amphibious. Lift your head into the sky and with your last breath, inflate your neck to the heavens.
This was for love. No, this was for the royalty. No, this was for the love of royalty. This was to immortalize my journey. To journalize my story. To tell the tale of how I climbed mountains in a bound. How once a tad pole became a rule of lily pads. How pond via pond, I changed an entire nation and brought it to its knees.
Give me your hands. Let me feel your fingers across my swollen body. Feel each bump of my courage. Stare into the blackness of my eyes and they loose they memories. My spirt yet is not so lost. I will live on in your heart.
So kiss my lips. Taste my weakened tongue one last time. Listen as I whisper my passing. See me blossom into a prince.
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