Pinky Promise

When I was five,
My friend asked me why
We had a fifth little finger
I didn’t know why,
But I’d find out and tell her
Now I’m eight,
With secrets to tell
And a pinky to promise
“I figured it out,” I told my friend
As I curled my fifth little finger into hers





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