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Eggs were made yesterday morning
And the half-shells were left on the floor.
To me, each looked like a tiny house
So I cautiously opened the door.
Inside there was a little stove,
And a kitchen table laquered in red.
In what appeared to be the bedroom,
There was a large carriage bed.
I laid down on the lavender sheets
Welcoming on my dreams,
But when I woke, to my surprise,
I was inside of a soup tureen.
i think so.
c: