Onion Quest

Presented with 6 eggs a week ago,
farm-laid and then conveyed by family,
the motivation in me starts to grow
to use them in frittata. I can see
here cheese and spinach, and some broccoli,
but needing onion I walk to the store.
I buy ten things yet I forget the key –
the goal’s an onion. I must walk some more.

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