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His Life Story's in His Hands

His hands, weather-beaten, stained adventures buried deep ‘neath veins Blisters, wounds speak of hard times when his pocket lacked a single dime

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Date: 7/16/2024 8:32:00 PM
Reminiscent of my uncle Tubby, a farmer some years back in Indiana. John
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Date: 7/15/2024 9:45:00 AM
A fine poem. It reminds me of Grapes of Wrath. Thank goodness that America has programs for those affected by hardship.
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Date: 7/15/2024 6:36:00 AM
...now the hard times are considered to be waiting in long lines to get free stuff...
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Date: 7/15/2024 4:24:00 AM
So much wisdom in your words, Gershon! The hands tell so much if we listen! Excellent write!!! I loved it! Happy Monday!!
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Date: 7/15/2024 12:15:00 AM
Wow this has a surface meaning and a deeper meaning! Good title!
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