In our blogs we are no bodies

You are somebody from a blog’s bog,
A frog advertising from a rainy night,
Croaking night long song for nobody.

Poet auntie is no- body, who croaked
Before she would become somebody,
Happy being nobody before no body.

You are a nobody like auntie and me?
Aunts will be no bodies and nephews.
In our blogs we learn to be no bodies.

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