My hands

I borrowed my eyes from my brother 

and my nose from my mother 

I bought my hair in a bottle 

and my smile in a box

 

At the end of the day 

I have thousand thank you cards to sign

but what I'm truely grateful for 

are these hands of mine

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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