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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

The Egg
Eggs… eggs, glorious eggs
I have feasted on many
Too many to be said…
I have swallowed them whole
Nibbled them sliced
Adorned them with salad cream
What a pleasure when spiced…
Mixed them with mayonnaise
Fried them till brown
However they end up
I’ll swallow them down.

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