I Speak Sign

my hands escaped me talking nonsense
as in every direction they fly the coop
a full conversation with myself
ten fingers what a bounty and if only toes will assist
will be a milligram and what is that with hands flying
the mum in the middle of nowhere but sure got my bicycle back.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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