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I asked my womb

she was mad I did not want children.

“I just don’t know what to do with this china pattern of eggs. They were my grandmother’s,” she said.

“Well”, I said, “we have already scrapbooked memories of them.

How about we celebrate the purpose of them

And just dine on life itself?”

And she nodded.

And she sighed, relieved.

Because she was now free from

having to layout formal place settings

whenever company come.

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