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Half Sonnet: Hands
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Many hands make light work
your hands can't work anymore.
Every day I see mine change;
toughened, calloused, cracked with age.
And every day I see yours again;
living on through mine.
Don't let their hands hurt you child.
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