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The Golden Egg
The world is an oven
we live in
With each scorching,
its temperature grows
Unable to stop,
hands fall off the clock
Left roasting
-goose cooking below
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
we live in
With each scorching,
its temperature grows
Unable to stop,
hands fall off the clock
Left roasting
-goose cooking below
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
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The Golden Egg
The Golden Egg