Thumbs Poem by Shel Silverstein

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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Edward Sierra 20 September 2016

While calling a game on september 20, vin scully was doing the tv broadcast when a camera spied a little baby sucking its thumb. scully immediately recited this poem. does his ability to recall and share know no ends? absolutely remarkable.

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Shel Silverstein

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