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Pull My Finger
I remember when I
Was much younger,
Going to my grandparents' house.
My grandfather
Always used to be
Full of gas,
Whenever I had shown up.
"Pull my finger,"
He would say.
I fell for it every time.
If I didn't
Pull his finger,
He would let one loose
And he would blame it on
The squeaky floor boards.
That....
Or look at me
With a big grin
On his face
And say, "Cindy, you didn't."
My grandfather
Is still a hoot,
Now he does it to
The great grandkids.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Sept.17/2004
Pull My Finger
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