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2004-06-12 20:40:04 ET It was the simplest thing In the world, Eggs. They come from chickens. I was supposed to be eating them for breakfast. But, I just let them sit there. 2 yellow eyes staring up accusingly at me. Lost in your paper, you didn’t seem to notice Them jeering. And all I could think of was if you ever found out how I would never have the chance to cook you Eggs. The whole world fixated on those Yellow Yokes. Those Yellow Yokes became the sun around which all the galaxies rotated. Singularly, blindingly, terrifying, was the thought that I would never get to cook you Eggs. And the secret I shared with my runny breakfast I could not share with you. And you asked me if I didn’t like my eggs. Perhaps I should scramble them? Just like us. - PJB |
