Poet's Corner:
Pickled Eggs
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Ghost:
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Here's a poem for Brak about pickled eggs. It was sent in by Drew Nolastname
from Onawa, Indiana.
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Brak: ("singing")
"Pickled eggs in the corner store.
Candy, pops, chips, counter JAAAAR!
Eyes bright, mouth watering-
Reach in with hands, not tongs,
Fingers wading in vinegar and brine.
Grab me a pickled egg,
Pickled eggs, pickled eggs, pickled eggs!
I love to eat piiiicklllled eeeeeeggs."
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Ghost:
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That boy loves his pickled eggs.
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Brak:
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You know it, buddy!
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