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The Egg Hunt
Paint my flesh like an egg and watch me start hiding.
My outside is tough but I'm not in my center.
Not hard-boiled but hollow. Nothing inside me.
The hunt begins as excitement grows quickly.
I've been hidden too well. Others found, sounds delighting.
Will anyone find me in this place that I'm hid?
Sounds of bliss fade as I'm still left here lying.
In the hunt for a prize, I'm for sure not the winner.
Now cold and alone. No hope of reuniting.

© The Moonlight Bard