Fingers Poem by Lamar Cole

Fingers



He was drinking coffee out of a cup.
When his garbage disposal started acting up.
He stuck his hand down into the disposal to find out what had gone wrong.
The garbage disposal started mysteriously working again on its own.
He lost four fingers and a thumb that day.
He screamed, hollered, and cried in the ambulance on the highway.

Sunday, June 3, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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Rini Shibu 03 June 2018

Avoid dirt and be safe

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