My Hand Are Tied Poems - Poems about My Hand Are Tied

...He could hear the sounds of boots as they drew even closer, The key turns and he listens for the scraping echo of his door opening, Rough, calloused hands grab at him, releasing him from his chains, ......

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...Lying in my Grandmother's old brass bed I watch the blades of her ceiling fan slowing turning Around and around and around again... From the heat of this steamy July There is no end to my yearni......

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...When God closed the door At the moment Noah finished the boat Rain poured from heaven The boat began to float At the moment Noah finished the boat And the heavens opened their tide The boat ......

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