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Originally Posted by anais_anais
A poem about after lunch:
There is egg yolk on my plate
There is egg yolk on my table
There is egg yolk on my pan
There is egg yolk on my fingers
There is egg yolk on my dress
There is egg yolk on my ring
There is egg yolk on my floor
There is egg yolk on my face
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Did my daughter break into your PC account? Only hers would be about chocolate chip granola bars.