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Re-educated palms

Look upon my broken hands!
What melodies they once wrought and-
once gentle touch of sweet romance...
Now look upon these broken hands!
No guitar, nor trowel, nor cooking pan!
What unhappy bout of unlucky chance-
to have lost my art between the sands-
of great labor and circumstance...
Take from me these broken hands!
MJ-SWIM
Written by MJ-SWIM (Someone Who Is Not Me)
Published
Author's Note
Woe, woe upon we who wrap ourselves in work! Coaxed to quit our craft.
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