We hurry to find the best of the eggs,
before our opportunity passes us by.
We wallow in the filth, face in the mud.
We scratch our way past each other,
for our chance at the reward.
When all is said, when all is done,
the final tallies are spoken.
As always, all of my eggs are broken.
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Sunday, April 8, 2007
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