Delicious Digits

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    Delicious Digits

     I think that thumbs are chocolate
    That's why babies love them so
    And the more that they suckle them
    The bigger they seem to grow

    Their toes are made of strawberries
    Those ten little tiny toes
    And why they try to eat them up
    No one ever seems to know              

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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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