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Last week my father cut his hand. He said some words that aren't so grand. Then he got out the old Bactine. Jumped and yelled and made a scene. Yesterday, while in the yard, My elbow brushed a tree real hard. I put my hand upon the spot. Which, by then, sure hurt a lot. It was a horrible surprise And so I quickly shut my eyes. One thing that I sure hate to see Is blood that's coming out of me. I spread my fingers carefully, There was that blood I knew I'd see. I swallowed hard and held my breath, And thought, "Oh, No. I'll bleed to death!" So then I screamed and Dad came out. "What's going on?" I heard him shout. "I've got a grave emergency, I'm fading fast, please comfort me." He said, "Don't yell, be calm not wild. Quit acting like a little child." The way I act is not my fault. I learned it from a brave adult. --Grandpa Tucker |
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