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His hands Knobbly and callused Either very warm Or very cold He was always prone To extremities. His hands Big and enveloping Either on his keyboard Or his guitar But always there When I need them. They are my float And my anchor Respectively.
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Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC
Hands
His hands Knobbly and callused Either very warm Or very cold He was always prone To extremities. His hands Big and enveloping Either on his keyboard Or his guitar But always there When I need them. They are my float And my anchor Respectively.
For H.B. and W.B.
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Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC
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