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Feb 2012
This is my left hand.
It met Mr. Right.
He was your right hand.
They fit together just right.
But Mr. Right hand left
And now my left hand
doesn't know
how to be left alone
now that Mr. Right isn't home.
Peyton Leigh Stille
Written by
Peyton Leigh Stille  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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