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HE HAS HIS HANDS

Life can play some funny tricks

years of attraction

 

When given a chance

nothing clicks

 

because

 

He has his hands

 

Traits passed down 

from the family...

 

His hands were unkind

blind

to her value

 

His hands were cruel

tools

to hurt her

 

Tho the hands are not his

they look the same

 

Please do not blame

that reaction

 

No more stringing along

No more cat and mouse

 

Makes her feel like a louse

 

Her heart is pure

but can not be given

 

because

 

He has his hands. 

 

By Lynn Hahn

 

 

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NO HEAT IN THE KISS ►

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lynn hahn

Mon 25th Jun 2018 18:45

You are always so supportive. Thank you Collin

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Mon 25th Jun 2018 08:22

'louse' is such a good word - thanks for these two poems this morning Lynn. All the best, Col.

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