Caleb Mohamed

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Thu, 11 May 2023 | last modified Thu, 01 Jan 2026
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Fried eggs,
Left a little crunchy round the edge,
And spiced thrice with simple salt, pepper and paprika,
Flipped and sizzled in oil,
And interspersed with tiny fragments of egg shell...
Wait a moment...
That doesn't seem right,
We'll get another crack at it tomorrow.

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