I slip it in my pocket
It’s there each time I look,
I never put it in the bank
or tween pages of a book,
It’s all mixed in with pocket lint
but easy enough to reach,
Its nuthin no one showed me
ain’t nuthin you can teach,
Next to keys and pocket change
and does no one no harm
It’s my thumb and all my fingers
attached here to my arm.
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