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Apr 2011
Lost hands still given second options.  For motives that iam glad still remain.  If it wasn't for reaccurance we'd never learn a thing.  But it's always so hard now a days to figure if it's worth it or just make up a name from a distant place.  But that's so foolish even for my standards and in time you'd know this.  So keep this thought inside, your hands won't always remain by your sides.  All we have to do is wait and though we might hesitate, each eager thought will push us not to refrain.  Though we might not make it our hands will guide us through all the pain. And then we can't complain, even if bites it won't infect because we lived through another day.  And we pray saying soft things, that we'd like to have and share with each other one day.  Bless our hands as even when cold they be, they find us peace and harmony just one time.  Lost hands still given second options for motives that iam glad still remain.  If it wasn't for reassurance we'd never learn a thing.  But i find it hard to say iam found when my hands are not.
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James Tuohy
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