EggsA Poem by BlackI made this for fun , just read it, and please give me critics I just love eggs
Eggs
The eggs sizzling in the pan The ways to use The ways began It could be raw Like an open wound It could make you sick or even thick THick will be your veins The cholosterol rising Which is a shame Laying, awaiting Is a hearth attack But I still love this greatly made egg! © 2011 BlackReviews
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