Because the soup is getting cold
It reminded me of my father
Who would say
There is nothing worse than cold eggs
I ate a lot of eggs as a boy
He probably ate my leftovers
So they wouldn’t go to waste
I eat my boys’ leftovers
Their cold eggs
I don’t think they’re that bad
I try to talk a lot about my dad
Because my sons didn’t get to know him
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