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The Fall
 


Humpty
Dumpty

Fell

He broke his shell,
his heart as well
and all could tell
...the dreadful smell.

She was his closest friend
and cried for help to mend,
any amount to spend.
The pieces would not blend,
despite the tears she'd rend,
she ate him in the end.




20-01-46
(a day for the advent of good eggs)










By cherryk

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