Hands of Time

The hands have been to places. I often dwell on the fact my hands have been through a lot. I started out as a young man digging graves in my neighborhood and clipping grass around each stone with hand clippers. The next job was picking eggs, then building grain silo’s. I also repaired silo’s, and picked chickens to put in cages. I decided that there has to be somewhere else these hands can go. They hopped on a plane and moved to the Sierra Mountains and I brought those hands down big ski slopes. I worked some in the restaurant business in the casino’s out there. I then worked in a picture framing business in Arizona then moved them hands into school. I figured these hands need some skill. I then moved back to the east coast and worked them hands, two of them you know, in the paper mills directing electrons. So really me and my hands have been threw a trip and back. I now have to go to the restroom. Good day-
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