@boxod
In a cracked old shell, a pixel dream,
A chicken waits where numbers gleam.
Born from code, from memes, from laughs,
$EGGS rolls on through charts and graphs.
The price may dip, the line turns red,
But faith still grows where holders tread.
Each tiny yield, each daily gain,
A quiet hope inside the pain.
Stake the time, embrace the play,
From early morn to break of day.
Not just a coin, not just a bet,
But stories hatched we won’t forget.
So here we stand, through ups and begs,
Still farming dreams, still holding $EGGS.
When shells all crack and skies turn blue,
We’ll say, “We held. We knew. We flew.” 🥚🚀
$EGGS $1 🚀
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