Arma-Egg-'Em: After

After
Finally the battle was over.
Blood, sweat, tears, all we're shed for the flag.
The Auzi's we're the last to hold the flag after the 2 hours
of physical and verbal attacks.
In the end they we're both winners.
(no matter how corny that sounds)
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There was final shake of hands and hugs.
Friendships left unbroken, eggs we're left
to become echoing objects of the egg war.
A day well spent, as the sun sets everyone cleans up
and says there final goodbyes.
Another round of hugs and goodbyes
and everyone goes there separate ways.
peace
ANZAC, a battle of egg and flour

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