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Mommy lines the cups up nice
adds drops of color, once then twice when they boil, cold eggs turn hard I want to start but Mom keeps guard Soon they cool and I can start- generating my works of art. Choosing colors takes some time. I close my eyes, then I pick lime. Mommy dyes one pink then blue. I've finished one but she has two. Soon we have two baskets full. One for home and one for school.
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