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Shel Silverstein
September 25, 1930 – May 10, 1999 / Chicago/ Illinois
Thumbs
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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).
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