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[sid] => 168026
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[aid] => mick
[title] => HANDS
[time] => 2011-10-23 02:00:43
[hometext] => This is a rewrite of a poem I posted on the old site years ago.
[bodytext] => Hands that healed, And hands that led. Hands that scrubbed, And hands that bled. Hands that held, And beckoned come. Hands that made Our house a home. Hands that cooked, And hands that fed. And hands that tucked us Into bed. Hands that folded Into prayer. When thanking our Lord For His care. Hands that now Join Gods’ above. Hands that still Reach down in love. Hands that someday When I come, I’ll want to hold, The hands of Mom. By: Robert Edgar Burns [comments] => 1 [counter] => 79 [topic] => 38 [informant] => robert_edgar_burns [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Tributes )
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