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May 2010
All they are, are simple appendages,
Extending out from your wrist.
We use them to leave our mark,
They let us leave our fingerprints.

Extending out from your wrist,
They let us feel our way through life.
They let us leave our fingerprints.
More than minds do.

They let us feel our way through life.
Hands learn.
More than minds do.
They learn how to hold other hands

Hands learn,
Learn how to create melodies,
They learn how to hold other hands
All they are, are simple appendages
This is my attempt at a pantoum
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Matt KH
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