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So, picture this: me, green lil’ me, cruisin’ some dusty road. “Where’s the body?”—nah, scratch that, “Where’s the gal?” I’d be all nervous, ribbitin’ to myself, “Kermit, don’t screw this up!” Prolly spot her leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’, lookin’ bored as heck. I’d roll up, all polite—Hi-ho, miss!—and she’d smirk, like, “What’s a frog want?” Ha! I’d die laughin’ inside.

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I gotta mention the local rivers. You got the tiny creek running by Wixom Woods Park; it may not look like much, but I’ve had many heart-to-heart convos by its side. The water’s a mirror, man – reflective, but messy. You know how "Children of Men" throws that phrase, "the last genuine impulse of nature." That’s exactly what these creeks and parks feel like to me. They whisper secrets and, well, sometimes remind me that nature will reclaim it all, even if life gets tough.

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