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May 2013
i have my grandfathers hands

these things that have built a lot

he passed them on

and i didn’t know

i didn’t know

i was looking for gifts

i was born into

something middle-

middle-class

and all along

all along

i’ve failed to look at these dreadful things

these beautiful ******* digits

and sometimes clumsy

heirloom’d palms

like a gift in my grandfather’s trunk

thank you

old man
Paul James Valhalla Clear
Written by
Paul James Valhalla Clear  Austin, TX
(Austin, TX)   
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