Whose hands are these before me
wrinkled, dry and cracked
where for the longest time
there were another two, fair
young and supple?
Yet the same spirit inhabits both,
drives both sets to write
different songs
from the same heart.
Rob Seward
December 2008
wrinkled, dry and cracked
where for the longest time
there were another two, fair
young and supple?
Yet the same spirit inhabits both,
drives both sets to write
different songs
from the same heart.
Rob Seward
December 2008
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