CHRIS J. MELANSON
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“The Girl with Unusual Thumbs”


What I miss the most
Is not her straight, dark hair,
That I loved;
Not her eyes—the brownish green stare,
That I loved.
What I miss the most
Is not her soft, though fervent voice,
That spoke to me
So fair,
That I loved.
What I miss the most
Is something which I have found rare…
Her thumbs.
The girl had the most unusual thumbs.
That I loved.

-Chris J. Melanson 2006
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