It is Springtime when the sparkle of sun lights up the stage where the frogs commence glorious practice. I stand unknown to their singing. I would sing myself. But they are baritones! My soprano is mute. Deep and in tune with the day they cannot be out of tune while Mother Nature smiles approvingly. More …
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