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Old Man.

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

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paul-james-valhalla-clear
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Published
May 28, 2013
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