Scrambled eggsA Poem by Jacqueline Murray27 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 AuthorJacqueline MurrayManhattan, NYAboutI have a tendency to fall off the map sometimes. more..Writing
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