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Sunday, July 3, 2016

health poem

After a Bath


After my bath
 I try,   try, try
 to wipe myself
till I’m dry, dry, dry.

 Hands to wipe
 and fingers and toes
 and two wet legs
and a shiny nose.

 Just think how much
less time I’d take
 if I were a dog and
could shake, shake, shake.



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