One and two
I broke two hen’s eggs
One brown, one white shell
The first was from farm, latter shop.
The butter had melted
I stirred
The contents fell after…
The white shell tore as if wet paper
Brown, like the fighters’ best spear
Brown shell’s yellow was shiny sun
White one’s was water colour of a child
What is this?
Did not dare stir, mix
Saw, felt them two races.
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