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DINOSAUR EGGS
Wow, how they are old
we've been foretold.
Wow, how they are big
and not like a pig.
Their footprints dig deep.
Some growl and squeak.
They fly and they crawl,
Dinosaur Eggs fall.
In time they do sprout
and when they peek out,
In baby shoes wade
into life like a babe.
Michaela Warren 2011
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