Grateful for my Pork Chop Grateful for my pork chop Grateful for the stew Grateful for the green grass And all that lovers do All the sweet ones sleeping Tucked in comfy nests All the sad ones weeping Treasures in their chests Be an egg and grow, dear Break an egg and feast Make an egg and feed me Take an egg, at least — separate thought Handle people with care: Their shells might be as fragile as your own. —- By Doodleslice 2012 #poem #poetry #art #doodle #porkchops #eggs #gratitude #doodleslice #love #bekind

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