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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