Awaiting a shells fateful date,
eggs alone beat in wait.
When a pair scrambles to meet,
futures fertile swim to greet.
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Pairs joined to each a share,
new is made over easy with care.
Hatched a recipe for pure delight,
sliding from heat, home plate’s in sight.
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Yet time fragile, forking’s no joke,
bad luck befallen bound by yoke.
Getting fried never rehearsed.
And the wait answers which came first.
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Too few natives, too many a chief
Too few police, too many a thief
Too much sun, too little rain
Too much tan, too little grain
Too few balls, too many sports
Too many yachts, too few ports
Too few hearths, too many homes
Too much warmth under too few domes
Too many shakes, too few hugs
Too little trust, too many bugs
Too little love, too much hate
Too little planning, too much fate
Too much running, too little soul
Too much waste, too small a hole
Too many pages, too few to conserve
Too many titles too few deserve
Too many thinkers, too little thought
Too many lies, too little truth sought
Too much war, too little gain
Too little peace, too much pain
Too many arms, too few fists
Too few battles won to list
Too little time, too much to lose
Two choices remain – which one do you choose?
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I have a plan to save mankind.
I’ve just a few things left to find.
First is a place we all can hide.
It’ll need big windows to feel outside.
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Next is food, but we can’t be too picky,
just nothing too spicy, gooey or sticky.
There’s coffee, for sure with sugar and cream,
then a really big bed for all to dream.
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We’ll need some music so bring guitars.
Smoking’s optional but no cigars.
There’s no heavy drinking or hard drugs.
No need for violence or unruly thugs.
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There will be no jail or a court.
So bring no weapons of any sort.
We’ll all need to promise to get along.
It sounds pretty easy, what can go wrong.
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You’ll never find a happier place.
It’ll fill up fast so reserve your space.
Now one last thing before I take leave;
it’s best not come if you can’t believe.
~*~
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We work by day and dream at night.
In between we live and fight.
We fight for peace and for love.
We fight to live, we push and shove.
Sometimes we give, sometime we break.
We sometime take more than we make.
We fight for much and for less.
We fight for time to fight off stress.
We’ve fought for us and for them.
We fought for merit and to condemn.
We fight the ills that lurk within.
We fight our demons so we may win.
Yet battles won are never done.
And battles lost are never one.
But still we fight until at last we die.
We’ll fight for breath to at last ask why.
~*~
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