hen laying her egg
Everything i think is like waiting for the hen to layher egg
the excitment of counting breakfast
is the same as a present cover in a christmas wrap
and tinsel gloss
it is the excitment as the lights going on
the excitment of reopening the bags
with you recently purchased items
the excitment has lost its element
in this moment
a farmville is now a skye scrapper
that wants to own the world
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