Today I feel like eggs on toast
broken open
fried
gobbled up
sacrificed on
the pallet of one’s pleasure
toasted
to perfection
presented
sunny side up
with a glass
of hand-squeezed Florida sunshine
and an endless
cup of Job.
Today I feel like eggs on toast
broken open
fried
gobbled up
sacrificed on
the pallet of one’s pleasure
toasted
to perfection
presented
sunny side up
with a glass
of hand-squeezed Florida sunshine
and an endless
cup of Job.
Living In the Corner of a Vortex 
… And sometimes even with a broken yoke!
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Yes, yes…so true! 🙂
thanks for reading.
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You’re welcome.
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The simile of egg is impeccable. Add to that many facets attendant to being an egg and you have a powerful allegory.
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“and you have a powerful allegory”
thanks to a really lousy morning.
oh, im-peck-able…good one Uma! 🙂
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Ouch to the endless cup of Job.
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Ouch is right! Hate those mornings when trouble starts before you’re even out of bed or had your shower 🙂
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