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The bolt was tight,
That's for sure,
It would not move at all.
I pushed...I pulled...
I swore a lot,
Yet to no avail.
I braced myself,
Gave one good push,
the wrench did slip,
Smashing hand into the frame.
I felt the crack,
The finger broke,
I swore a whole lot more.
Now my fingers in a splint,
And that takes care of that.
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