![]() Scrambled eggsA Poem by Jacqueline Murray![]() 27 March 2014![]()
You can't unscramble scrambled eggs.
Even bruises fast will fade. But for he who mixes yolks with whisk the milk of "P"rivacy runs dry brisk'. You can't un-bake a cake with ease-- nor re-pod un-podded peas. But as Cook "slaving" in the Kitchen knows, eggs taste best when served with toes.
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Added on March 27, 2014Last Updated on March 27, 2014 Tags: humans Author![]() Jacqueline MurrayManhattan, NYAboutI have a tendency to fall off the map sometimes. more..Writing
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