La Janine Garrett - These Hands

My poor hands
Long rouged and wide
My poor hands
Hard worked these hands be
My poor hands
Innocent of this world and its deceit
Hold the air of being that of mine
My poor hands
Untouched by powder gold
My poor hands
Scar by man
Scar by I
Young n old in same
These poor hands
That bare what I am
My poor hands
My poor soul

La Janine Garrett

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