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~ Poetry by me ~
A Hand
A hand
Can be open and giving
Can clench to a fist with anger
It can protect and defend
It can rise to say "Stop!"
You can swear oaths with it
You can deceive with it
Some things have to be done
Some thing you can only do once
With one hand
For everything has its price
Especially doing right.
© Michaela
Macha
- This poem is in the
Common Domain and may be freely distributed
provided it remains unchanged, including copyright notice and this License -
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