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Poetry - #nothiding
I boiled an egg for breakfast, easy delicious mashed on a piece of toast that was well dressed with butter salt and pepper and that was it. I boiled an egg for breakfast, an egg from a farm where the hens are free to do as they please. this comforts me. And anyway, chickens living their best lives are hilarious. So much wisdom from the hen house - don’t count them yet, they are not hatched get up early, greet the sun, find that worm don’t run like a headless one - lesson lear
Karen Stone
Apr 261 min read
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