8/19/22 Hands

 Hands

Hands that hold are the ones that fear, treat them dearly year to year. Hard hands cold and soft hands warm, simply how their lives take form. Hand of blue, not so new; hand of green, has never been seen. Handy hands in high demand, handle labor like a fan. Can the hands really grab, what would they be with no brain to demand. Nails on hands some sharp some not, still a tool like the lot. Bending, turning, grabbing, breaking, hands are good, even when shaking.


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8/19/22

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