Sucker Up!

Never quite understood this poem when I was a kid… Now, thanks to my little thumb-sucker, I get it.

THUMBS

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).

– Shel Silverstein

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