The Shell Game

Happy Easter, everyone. 

πŸ₯šπŸŒΈπŸ₯šπŸ’πŸ₯šπŸŒ·πŸ₯šβœ¨πŸ₯šπŸŒΌπŸ₯šπŸŽ€πŸ₯šπŸŒˆπŸ₯šπŸ‡πŸ₯šIn threads of gold straw, the crowned eggs lay, 

Their pastel shells so soft, an art

Each one sends hope and grace this day

Love for all in its warm heart. 

πŸ₯šπŸŒΈπŸ₯šπŸ’πŸ₯šπŸŒ·πŸ₯šβœ¨πŸ₯šπŸŒΌπŸ₯šπŸŽ€πŸ₯šπŸŒˆπŸ₯šπŸ‡πŸ₯š

Young children hunt with gleaming eyes

Each one lights a tiny spark

Not for chocolate or a prize—

For something warm, and a new start.

πŸ₯šπŸŒΈπŸ₯šπŸ’πŸ₯šπŸŒ·πŸ₯šβœ¨πŸ₯šπŸŒΌπŸ₯šπŸŽ€πŸ₯šπŸŒˆπŸ₯šπŸ‡πŸ₯š

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