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Swish opens the fridge Crack goes the shell a gentle bloop of milk A fork, to stir it well African beats take over and I could sway my hips then sizzle of butter in the pan a bubbling hissss as it flips Yellow and white meld together sliding over the plate and shake of salt, then pepper to taste I can barely wait! Here it sits, on my dish --- a perfect circle of sun, bright even on cloudy days and mmmm delicious on the tongue.
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Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC
Cooking the Eggs
Swish opens the fridge Crack goes the shell a gentle bloop of milk A fork, to stir it well African beats take over and I could sway my hips then sizzle of butter in the pan a bubbling hissss as it flips Yellow and white meld together sliding over the plate and shake of salt, then pepper to taste I can barely wait! Here it sits, on my dish --- a perfect circle of sun, bright even on cloudy days and mmmm delicious on the tongue.
lora-lee
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Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC
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