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I crack an egg over the pan, And drizzle it with salt The oil seethe with anger, As the sides of the egg turns brown I push a spatula between the egg and the pan, Then I slowly lift it and transfer it to a plate The yolk wiggles in a funny motion A whiff reaches my nose and it lingers for a while The last one joins the other plates on the table.
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Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
Eggs
I crack an egg over the pan, And drizzle it with salt The oil seethe with anger, As the sides of the egg turns brown I push a spatula between the egg and the pan, Then I slowly lift it and transfer it to a plate The yolk wiggles in a funny motion A whiff reaches my nose and it lingers for a while The last one joins the other plates on the table.
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Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
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