An Ode To Hannah
She knew her dreams of turning a frog into a Prince
With just one magical kiss
Was nothing but a mythological tale
And something she would have to miss
No Prince Charming on a gallant white steed
Was coming to sweep her off of her feet
In fact the man she would marry and love
Was someone she already did meet
Love doesn’t happen out of the blue
Carved from a tall, dark and handsome log
She was at total peace with the realization
She had fallen in love with the frog
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