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I Have My Grandmas Hands

I have my grandma’s hands Polka dotted, wrinkled, silly looking Skin barely covering the blue veins There is a snake-like scaly look to them Plethora of wrinkles and bumps With a jolt I realize she died at sixty-two I thought she was old Brings me to a shocking perspective As I am seventy-two

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