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they blame that egg 

                                                    round my house 

for all my stutters 

clinginess           the woes 

our people  

my father says       are all outgoing 

 mum 

fast to point to        tennis-playing 

railroad-builders               me 

I go down fast 

              on the regular 

            my bad egg 

baked       into my brain 

you can check and check 

           and then there's me 

     ghost in this machine  

little scale out of balance        everybody quick to say 

 our treasure          I'm a gift  

          with no return address