Hands
Hands, at the end of your arms
Hands, most people have two
Hands, finggers, thumbs, parms
Hands if hot swell,if cold go blue
Hands used for sigh langauge
Hands in anger clenched fists
Hands help carry your luagage
Hands at the end of your rists
Hands the sound of one clapping
Hands if happy wave in the air
Hands togeather when praying
Hands up if in need or dispare
Hands are sometimes sensitive
Hands can also be very strong
Hands at times there agressive
Hands but to whom they belong
YES I KNOW A STRANGE THING TO WRITE ABOUT JUST POPED UP WHILE WORKING ON SOMTHING ELSE
WAS UNSURE WEATHER TO PUT THIS ON HERE OR NOT AS OUNDS A LITTLE CHEESE
I GUESS INSPIERD BY THE OLD ADVERT HANDS THAT DO DISHES AND SINES IVE WORKED SO MANY DIFFRENT JOBS IN PAST
SOMETHING THOUGH WE TAKE FOR GRANTED WRITTEN BY MYSELF DAVIDSCOTT 2013>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Copyright © David Scott | Year Posted 2013
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