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Oh my dear Arms, thank you for all that you have done for me.

You are the ones that lift 100 pound weights as I (totally) work out at the gym. 

When the children of America go to school,

We expect them to come back.

We expect them to run up from the bus stop,

Keychains jingling,

Mouth filled with stories about their day.
What we do not expect