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Creator I am

Give me an egg and tell me it's destiny.
Release I the egg from my grasp.
Shattered, it's shell lay on the floor.
Spilled, it's yoke flows according to how I let go.
And you tell me I am not a creator.
Chose not I to release said egg from my care.
Chose I to shelter it with warmth and love and watch it hatch into life.
Written by Bergsteen
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