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I left my hand print On a glass door this morning And thought nothing of it Just like your mom smoked crack Like nothing of it Or your dad walked out To avoid the fiscal cliff Of raising you I left a hand print Thinking nothing of Jared The window wiper Who makes half as much as I do With twice as much To lose My existence to him Is the effort he takes to hunch And clean up my disrespect Jared is seventy two And has back problems From "The War" His wife is dying of cancer And he stays late To wipe away My inconvenience Jared will never know my name I will never know Jared's name Jared will never understand Why some people Can't just use the **** handle I will never understand How my daily actions effect everyone Thinking nothing of it Jared will work late I will leave hand prints But someday I will wear shoes Similar to Jared's
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May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 8:15 PM UTC
***** Hands
I left my hand print On a glass door this morning And thought nothing of it Just like your mom smoked crack Like nothing of it Or your dad walked out To avoid the fiscal cliff Of raising you I left a hand print Thinking nothing of Jared The window wiper Who makes half as much as I do With twice as much To lose My existence to him Is the effort he takes to hunch And clean up my disrespect Jared is seventy two And has back problems From "The War" His wife is dying of cancer And he stays late To wipe away My inconvenience Jared will never know my name I will never know Jared's name Jared will never understand Why some people Can't just use the **** handle I will never understand How my daily actions effect everyone Thinking nothing of it Jared will work late I will leave hand prints But someday I will wear shoes Similar to Jared's
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May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 8:15 PM UTC
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