a chicken
lay  in  its  shell
thinking      it       safer
there to stay,       where egg
 protected it well       from wind
 and falling hay.   Day after day
 it sat                   in the warmth
of its tiny room,       heedless
of the fact                its shell
 became                a tomb.  
A terrible   smell arose,
the rotten        egg
 turned black,
for as
 
everybody knows:
shells are meant to
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