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Dec 2013
The hands are a masterpiece; they massage away the pain.  The hands work hard for their livelihood, because of the money that's gained.
The hands can soothe the hurting soul, and bring about relief.  The hands can heal the sickest man, no matter his belief.
The hands keeps up with music, while clapping to a beat.  The hands feeds a hungry man, while sitting down to eat.
The hands should never be neglected.  Remember they are a masterpiece.
By, Sandra J. Nailing
Written by
Sandra Juanita Nailing  United States
(United States)   
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