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A Plea From Management

Dear heart what are you feeling, that you’d beat my chest with your fists like that, when he has yet to kiss me? And oh my, then there’s you, Miss busy brain. I thought at least you’d have some sense, … Continue reading

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My Dad’s Hands

I loved my Dads hands. One of his fingers was crooked and one nail was bent. He wore his wedding ring still, even 30 years after my mom had died. His hands played piano and played guitar and laid out … Continue reading

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Hands Down

I do have strong hands They take care of me They watch out for others. They play music With or without an instrument. They express my thoughts They make a point, And write a poem. They hold onto life And … Continue reading

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