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As she stood there wondering what sort of eggs she’d actually bought, her husband pointed out that they were now in the village of Wombat … get it? Eggs from Wombat are Wombat eggs!
Maria Rattray
David Rudder
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I loved this, Maria!
Classic Aussie humour!
Top writer in Poetry. I am a diarist and write poetry to reflect my thoughts.
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