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Fried Egg

A portly man with manner, droll, approached an egg out on a stroll, kindly offering him a ride, and soon that egg was fried.

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Terry Flood

Date: 7/23/2025 7:51:00 AM

That’s life… trust no one. I must thank you for this write as it’s jogged my memory about the bones of a poem I was concocting in my head last night. I had completely forgotten even the subject matter, but now I remember it well. A fun write, David, though not so much for the egg. Terry

Gershon Wolf

Date: 7/22/2025 8:16:00 PM

Hot stuff, David!

David Crandall
Date: 7/22/2025 8:49:00 PM

Thanks, Gershon, I think I'm starting to crack.

Robert Pettit

Date: 7/22/2025 4:33:00 PM

Simple and sweet. I would like to see a little more.

David Crandall
Date: 7/22/2025 8:50:00 PM

Thanks Robert.

Sara Baker

Date: 7/22/2025 4:21:00 PM

now that's the wittiest, funniest epigram I've ever seen. Wish I had your wit...hubby says I'm too serious most of the time....comes from being focused and disciplined I suppose. Faving this one

David Crandall
Date: 7/22/2025 8:50:00 PM

Why thanks Sara! and I have trouble being serious...maybe there's a happy medium somewhere.