Always the finder of the fewest eggs,
A dubious prize at best.
Like being crowned Miss Congeniality
In a field of wild weeds.
I never declined the questionable honor,
But smiled winningly enough
To hoodwink the shepherding adults into
believing I was honored,
When all I ever really wanted was to have the fullest basket
Just one Easter.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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Happy Easter! Remember that it’s not the number of eggs, but the total amount of chocolate you get from them! 🙂
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Great reasoning!
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