I Don'T Know.
I am my red rough swollen hands
I drink
I apply
Drops to the eye
But my hands
They tell on me
Dry as my mouth
Tired
I should call my mom
Dad
I should make love to my husband
I should take an interest
In my interesting children
I should pet my dog
But my red rough swollen hands
Just reach
By Janetta's Daughter, Kim.
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