**First attempt...so please be as mean as possible**
Multi-colored ovals dot the yard,
Small children run around picking up each an every one of them,
One small, and forgotten egg watches from the safety of the bushes,
As his freinds are picked off the ground, one-by-one.
The children laugh as they drop the eggs on the ground,
Unaware of the screams of pain the small eggs let out as their insides are scattered across the cold concrete.
One child walks towards the forgotten eggs haven,
It bends down and reaches in,
The child's warm fingers wrapping around the used-to-be forgotten egg,
The eggs shakes in fear and the child screams, dropping the egg to the ground,
The egg screams once, as its own insides are scattered across the cold, concrete.
**I know it sucks and if you are confused it's about an egg on Easter Sunday**
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