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I bite my nails.
It’s not a bad habit.
I just don’t use nail clippers.
I had a dog once.
I bought a pair of clippers,
cut too deep,
saw blood.
I never used them again.
She used to cut nails on Saturdays.
An assembly line:
one boy, then the next, then one more.
They fought to go first,
to get it over with.
Without her, there’s more to do.
I do the laundry.
I take them to the dentist and the doctor.
I sign their report cards.
But I can’t
clip their nails.
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