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Arm
Tickling
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For
some reason I don’t understand
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my
mam takes me on the bus
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to
the hospital twice a week,
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to
have my left arm tickled.
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I
have to lie down on a big bed
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and
a pretty nurse with curly black hair
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strokes my arm with a wire.
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She
starts in the middle of my hand,
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then slowly moves the wire up to my shoulder
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and
back, and all the time I can hear
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a
bee buzzing behind her,
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and
my arm tickles all over at once.
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When I giggle the nurse smiles.
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But
sometimes I cry, because
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I
want her to stop so I can go
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to
play in the toy-room.
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Then she tells me to shush
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and
be a brave boy.
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Once a doctor told my mam
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he
wanted me to wear a corset,
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but
she said ‘No’, and cried
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all
the way home, while I sang
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‘Don’t Sit Under the Apple Tree
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With Anyone Else But Me’
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over and over and over
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