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Easter egg

Poems are easily hidden
in all this dark
tucked into a sleepless night
or behind a stack of old carols
waiting to be found–
they hide the same way that
moms hide Easter eggs for toddlers
“hidden” so they can be found
This one, for instance,
popped up when I opened the box
that held the pink Christmas tree

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