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Hands


How often are these things used To talk, to share, to work, to wear But not all use them To talk, to share, to work, to wear These flat plumps of flesh procuring from the edges of our elbows have more than multiple uses and without them, We could do none And what of those who don't have these To talk, to share, to work, to wear? Warriors use them to defend our ability To talk, to share, to work, to wear. Warriors lose them to defend my ability To talk, to share, to work, to wear. These flexible clumps of muscle are created For us and me And who could live without them?
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