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Dec 2015
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
Written by
Lora Lee
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   A Lily and Alyssa Underwood
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