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In school, we carried eggs like babies;

All of them broke cracked broke

Now, at midlife, we small talk around our fears,

We drink a lotand laugh, and drop “F” bombs,

We wake at three a.m. from terrible dreams,

Where their broken bodies are leaking leak whites,

And their  precious, unseen yokes

Scramble to pour themselves out.

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