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Copy Me

When I count up to three Stand up straight and copy me Clap your hands Now touch your toes Wiggle your bum Then hold your nose Place your hands on your hips Blink your eyes and lick your lips Shape your mouth into a grin Shout hurrah and rub your chin Now sit down on the floor Wave goodbye There is no more

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L Milton Hankins

Date: 10/30/2021 8:32:00 PM

Ah, I see. The problem is I can neither touch my toes nor sit on the floor. I love the idea, however. In fact, I should write a formula I CAN do in its entirety. Thanks for the suggestion, Shirley.

Chris Green

Date: 11/11/2019 5:04:00 PM

That was fun. : )

Shirley Hawkins
Date: 11/14/2019 12:46:00 AM

Thank you so much for looking at my Rhymes, you gave me the idea to write about pulling the wool over someone's eyes Here Goes ...