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Saturday July 16th, 2022

The exercise:

Write a four line poem about: hands.

2 comments:

  1. Hmm, oddly enough that prompt works out quite well :)

    Hands
    The sky, when the turbulence shakes me so much,
    Turns about and around and my desperate hands grab
    Next to a pilot who’s exceedingly butch
    And tells me to “watch it!” and gives me a slap.

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  2. Greg - I do try. Especially with this remarkable poem you insist on finding ways to continue. I figure it is the very least I could do.

    Hah, perfectly incorporated :)

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