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My Thinking Fingers

Sometimes people complain that they don’t know what to write about. My fingers can think something up in seconds. It is like they cannot face the bleakness of a plain piece of paper. They begin to type before I know what the heck they are doing. My fingers are both poets, but they give me the credit. No idea why.

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L Milton Hankins

Date: 6/4/2022 7:17:00 PM

"both" poets. Do you just have two fingers? Or, do you only type with two fingers? Makes no difference. They do a fantastic job of entertaining many of us.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 6/4/2022 11:04:00 PM

I type 85 words a minute. Here is my trick. I was left handed. My first grade teacher convinced my mother that being left-handed is too hard, so my mother constructed a mitten without finger or thumb movement and I was forced to wear it for my entire first grade year, forcing me to be right-handed. So now I use both and quickly.