Where a single egg, in a

skillet, lies frying.

Yes, a single egg is frying in my mind.

Egg time, egg time.

It’s frying in a mind.

Patrick Malmsey, Verse.

“Would you care for another glass of whiskey, Mr. Trumbull?”

“Not at this particular time, no.”

Jane Chetwynde, The Have-Not Faradays.

lying in weight

Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.

“After all,” cried Roxanna, “I didn’t want craters to form on the moon. Yet there they are. There they are.”

Will Davies, She Would If She Could.

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