Never Raw
My wife likes eggs fried medium,
then all mashed up and mangled.
Until they are mixed together,
but not actually scrambled.
Me, I want the yolks still runny,
so I can sop it up with my toast.
But any way you want to cook them,
is the way I like them the most.
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