both ways before you cross the street.
Today, I watched from the window and a big boy who told me about his snow dream, ran out of the house 5 minutes before the bus came.
Somebody didn't look all 4 ways before he crossed the street. I couldn't run out to grab him because I was not presentable, by any means and I am still getting over the trip to ER yesterday for the FINGER.
The FINGER got stuck in the door.
IT is now sour and sore.
It is blue and poor DAD is on the floor,
His pain is so bad.
He's got meds which are so strong and the pain still seems to last so long.
This is the story of the FINGER!
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