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These arms of mine


To accomplish everything I want to in life, I need these arms of mine.

These arms of mine carry my thoughts, my belongings, my aspirations.

With these arms, I carry my instrument.

But these arms also conduct the creativity from my brain to my fingertips, so I can play.

This is why the instrument is unimportant,

Because what's an instrument without arms to play it?

With these arms, I carry my messages, my texts, my writing.

With these arms I can easily communicate with people around the world.

That is why my phone is unimportant,

Because what's a phone without the arms to text with it?

With these arms, I carry the very love of my life,

And I will someday slip a ring on her finger with these arms as well.

I will hold my children with these arms of mine, just as they will.

Because what's a family without the arms to support them?

And what's my life without my arms?

Arms used to love, play, communicate, and grow? 

 

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