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February 4, 2011

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All-thumbs-up

 

Oh the thumb-sucker's thumb 

May look wrinkled and wet

And withered, and white as the snow,

But the taste of a thumb

Is the sweetest taste yet

(As only we thumb-suckers know).

 

 

 

poem by shel silverstein

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