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Metacarpus

Lines broken and crossed, Weathered skin, Sun baked, Fissured knuckles, Short nails, Old breaks Crooked finger Worn tips, Scars, Wrinkles, Big surface veins, Hair, Blood blister, Hard calluses, Softened calluses, Fresh scratches, Small slivers, Stained, but ... Awesome. My hands. Thank you, Lord.

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Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 5/23/2012 6:49:00 AM

Nicely written Robert from your hands it comes beautiful. - oxox Anne-Lise

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 5/17/2012 4:34:00 PM

Robert, stopping by real quick to read your poem... always looking forward for the inspiration you give,,, pd

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 5/17/2012 4:32:00 PM

Robert, stopping by real quick to read your poem... always looking forward for the inspiration you give,,, pd

Laura Breidenthal

Date: 5/11/2012 1:27:00 PM

Wow! Nice verse and very descriptive. Love the ending! Always, Laura

Patrick Cornwall

Date: 5/10/2012 9:16:00 PM

lol @this ..I love it...Patrick

Wilma Neels

Date: 5/6/2012 1:15:00 PM

A real gem Robert, we take the little things for granted and here you thank the Lord for your hands even though they have weathered many storms.. They enable you to bring forth beauty like this.. I missed reading you :) hope you are doing okay, love & hugs Wilma

John Loving Iii

Date: 5/5/2012 7:15:00 PM

speechless as i read the prediction of what is to become of me if i keep on living.

Daver Austin

Date: 5/3/2012 2:50:00 PM

Surprise! I thought it was an animal from the Pleistocene period. Sounds like you must play the violin. Enjoyed. LOve, daver

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 4/29/2012 5:21:00 PM

Robert, a very deep image ... the hands are always the toughest one at work.. surpassing everything.. .. Thank you for sharing your wonderful poem, always~ PD