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When I was a child, my dad liked to entertain me with this nursery finger rhyme:  “Here’s the church,” he would say (bringing his fists together),  “And here’s the steeple” (up went his index fingers to form a pointy steeple),  “Open the door” (his thumbs opened wide),  “And see all the people” (his fingers interlocked and flipped over to reveal ten wiggling fingers representing the people).   At least that’s how I remember it.