Scarred and sun damaged
Blue veined, yet not delicate
These old hands still care
Freckled pale fingers
Smooth, unpolished, unshaped nails
These old hands still love
Life lines and heart lines
Have diminished over time
These old hands endure
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These old hands
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still strong and loving on the outside
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oops….inside
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Nice format, pictures and text. I like it.
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Love it Leslie. hands sure are like bits of the soul that way xxxxx
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Thank you!
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Great poem, bringing us all together. Hands are so telling.
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Thank you! My hands certainly tell a tale!
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A superb set
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Thank you!
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Rich hands poor hands…..- whatever they are, we should love them all the same.
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