That means he’s not rotten,
a good sign if you want
to hire him or wed him.
Go for it, for good eggs
are hard to break….
Aren’t they?
Good eggs are hard to find
these daze. Bless their
mothers, who worked
their miracle.
Be kind to yourself and others.
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I like the link between ‘good eggs are hard to break / hard to find / and the mothers working miracles.
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Lovely!💜 I am hoping to find me a good egg soon! 😊 fingers crossed.
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I’ll cross mine for you, too! Thanks.
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I appreciate the line “bless their mothers who worked their miracle”…and good fathers too!
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The world needs more good eggs… I hope they aren’t rare, we just have to find them
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Love the use of the word “daze” here….and most especially this line which made me smile
“Bless their
mothers, who worked
their miracle.”
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Good point about mothers working their miracles to get those good eggs.
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A nice tribute to the “good eggs” out there. Mothers (and fathers) have much to do with it.
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Thanks, but with the bad eggs, too.
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Good eggs are getting harder to find in this crazy world, Nan! Don’t I wish I’d meet one…
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Best of luck! Thanks.
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