Spring must be near, I lay in bed at night and enjoy the sound of the frogs in the pond.
When Steve was a young boy in school, a teacher asked him to name a beautiful sound. He said "Frogs". She was expecting him to say " My mom singing" (silly woman) She mentioned it to me expecting me to agree with her assumption that he was being a smart butt. I told her I loved the sound of the frogs. End of discussion.
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