Soft Boiled Poems - Poems about Soft Boiled

...8 soft boiled eggs peeled 2 cup of cream cheese 1/4 cup of heavy cream 41/4 of melted butter 1/3 chopped mushrooms 3 tablespoon of minced garlic 1/4 cup of dehydrated onions 3 egg yolks 1/2 c......

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... Poetic words that roll off the tongue that is what she was all about Every early morning before the crack of dawn, her soft boiled mind searched, filling in ideas fi......

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... "The Reptilian Anthropocene" The Reptilians war daily enrobed in their stiff distinction suits rainbow coloured badges pinned to their lap......

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...Just one egg left so what should I do how should I devour you Eat it raw with Tabasco sauce chopped in a salad freshly toss Fry it but how over-easy is fun sunny side up but don't want it to run......

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...Why do some eggs crack easily? Their yolks sitting nicely Other eggs shatter Their yolks splatter Perfect eggs are best fried The others should be scrambled If in doubt, boiling could be trie......

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...Waiter oh Waiter please do serve me do I ravage from hunger from hunger I do To start some spaghetti with fine onion rings Topped with an apple and some other things A soft boiled egg balanced on......

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...How Do Animal Rights And Right To Life Humans Eat their Eggs Raw Soft Boiled Fried Over Easy Scrambled Or Just Sunny Side Up......

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...\ Hopped out early from his bunk bed Jumped into his old blue jeans Slipped his hand into his pocket Found enough change for a drink Put his tennie to the kickstand Hopped aboard his ......

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...As darkness covers our piece of the world what goes on that we cannot see, A milkman delivering his milk for us to get out of bed and have a pot of tea, A madman drunk stalks lone victims these peopl......

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...He starts singing songs of Ireland and we are home in a jiffy "What's a jiffy," my mother wonders "Guess where we went Granny?" "I don't know but I have a feeling you are gonna tell me," answers my ......

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...CHAPTER SEVEN this seventh month… a handful of sun dust greets my aurora skin, touching every lace of foliage: buttered stems, blushing leaves, soft-boiled branches with upturn......

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...scoops of mid - dawn sun greet my fresh skin touching laces of buttered stems, infant leaves, soft-boiled branches threaded doily thin on herbs of morn's scented face with tender weave......

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