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Egg Hunt


Red, yellow, green, blue,

I don't like the thought of you

Hiding away

In the sun, in the rain.

 

I should have taken pictures

Or written it down,

There's no going back now,

But you've got to be found.

 

Ovular, pastel,

Just like the rest.

But when time came for fun,

You were hid best.

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