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I hate green things upon my plate And insults from my sister Kate. I'm always bugged by ugly bugs. Wow! I despise my Aunt Jane's hugs. When she arrives I try to hide But soon I sense her by my side. Then she gives my cheek a tweak. Her breath hits me, my knees get weak. Her nose contains a week old booger! She grabs me and yells, "'Give me sugar!"' I feel like a board drilled by a bit. My eyes bug out like a popping zit. I see Dad's smile from his old chair And he sticks one thumb up in the air. That helps because he once told me Aunt Jane is like his old Aunt Bea. When Aunt Jane leaves my lungs are sore. I peek at her from behind the door. She smiles that smile and grabs my hand. Five Dollars!! Wow, ain't Aunt Jane grand? —Grandpa Tucker |
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