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May 2016
with these magic hands of mine
I will heal the sick and the sore
but one thing I cannot do is heal my own
for these people who come to me
with the crying hands in need
are more important then my own selfless needs
I place these hands upon them
I watch there problems disappear
but every time i heal someone
i grow older another year
but at least i give people relief
from pain and fear
soon I will meet my maker
who then can heal me two
Michael Hill
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Michael Hill  Powell river
(Powell river)   
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