I fell down; in fact I jumped down,
I never anticipated for me to own
A fracture in my pinkie to moan,
What to do! It’s just a little bone,
It couldn't carry my weight alone;
Now after six weeks’ time’s tune
It seems alright but not really fine,
When held straight it’s not in its line;
I have been looking at it from the noon,
I believe to use it as of before real soon.
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