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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