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Aug 11
My breath tastes like egg
A nice plate of scrambled eggs
It happens every time I burp
You see it’s rotten I don’t know
I want the egg to leave my breath
The yolk the white under the shell
And despite whether I eat eggs or not
I still get egg breath
Also I get egg breath when I feel to cut
My thumbs
Instead of blood I have the egg
I hardly eat it but it comes right out
Yes the thing is egg breath
I’ll boil an egg, hard if I like
I’ll poach or fry and egg to have an
Egg & bacon roll
I will scramble and egg like an egg stir-fry
Tomato mushroom and bacon too
I get egg breath it drives me crazy
I don’t like it
When you give me egg breath
I hate it it makes me wanna *****
Egg breath egg breath
It isn’t pleasant
Written by
johnny georgy brown
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