POEM
I have two,
But wave only one to say hello.
There are five digits upon each one,
Four that point up,
But one that points to my side.
Usually free of debris,
But when not, I scrub them clean.
Germs are not what I regularly carry,
The times that I do,
I find down right scary.
Washed hands should not cause worry.
Wash your hands boys and girls.
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