Saturday, November 10, 2012

Eggs

Maybe they think it's time for us to go.
Maybe they want to see us move far, far
away. Maybe they know.
Time to go wash the eggs off the car.

Maybe they think that all we have is trash.
Maybe they think that that is who we are.
Someday (maybe) they'll know.
Time to go wash the eggs off the car.

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