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Little one, Lame one, Long one, Lickpot, Thumb

by Judy Wilson © 2008

As far back as I can remember
It didn't matter what gender
My Mammaw would take
The hand of a child
And make a fist
Gently holding it by the wrist
Little one, up it would go
Lame one, moving kind of slow
Long one, closer to heaven
Lickpot, cake batter was got
Thumb, lending its strength
Now all five little fingers
Were standing straight
That could lift a hand
Toward heaven's gate
Around every digit
A story of Jesus, she would weave
For all the children to believe
Some would call her a hick
She outlived them all
And died at ninety six
Its only been a year
I'm still shedding tears
She's where she longed to be
Always loved her Lord you see
Her life on earth was done
Now she's rejoicing with the Son
Little one, lame one, long one, lickpot, thumb

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