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Array ( [sid] => 8970 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Hands [time] => 2002-12-20 23:48:41 [hometext] => [bodytext] => He works real hard trying to make ends meet
for a place to call home and the food he eats
And he never knew a day when he did not pray
that some day things would go his way
And he just wants to make a better life
for the ones he loves, his child and his wife

With his hands
Have you seen the blisters
on his hands
You can tell the life he leads
by his hands

An old boy I knew, who never was right
All he knew how to do was drink and fight
And we all figured he'd die one day
fighting and a scratching in a drunken way
But then one day he found the Lord
then he hammered out a plow, from a killing sword

With his hands
Can you see the scarred knuckles
on his hands
The ones so humbly folded
are his hands

I saw a stone cold killer on the news today
They said "Old lady justice going to make him pay"
They said he went hog wild on a killing spree
then he tried to cop an insanity plea
He said when he did it, he was out of his mind
but it looks to me like the killing kind

of hands
Can you see the blood stains
on his hands
Look how he hides his face
behind his hands
You know they say he killed his brother
with his hands

You know they say they're the devils' workshop
Idle hands.

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Hands

Contributed by wordsy on Friday, 20th December 2002 @ 11:48:41 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

He works real hard trying to make ends meet
for a place to call home and the food he eats
And he never knew a day when he did not pray
that some day things would go his way
And he just wants to make a better life
for the ones he loves, his child and his wife

With his hands
Have you seen the blisters
on his hands
You can tell the life he leads
by his hands

An old boy I knew, who never was right
All he knew how to do was drink and fight
And we all figured he'd die one day
fighting and a scratching in a drunken way
But then one day he found the Lord
then he hammered out a plow, from a killing sword

With his hands
Can you see the scarred knuckles
on his hands
The ones so humbly folded
are his hands

I saw a stone cold killer on the news today
They said "Old lady justice going to make him pay"
They said he went hog wild on a killing spree
then he tried to cop an insanity plea
He said when he did it, he was out of his mind
but it looks to me like the killing kind

of hands
Can you see the blood stains
on his hands
Look how he hides his face
behind his hands
You know they say he killed his brother
with his hands

You know they say they're the devils' workshop
Idle hands.

Copyright © wordsy ... [ 2002-12-20 23:48:41]
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Re: Hands (User Rating: 1 )
by lilch4ever on Thursday, 2nd January 2003 @ 03:04:12 PM AEST
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I really like this poem it was very interesing. Nicely written by the way.

Re: Hands (User Rating: 1 )
by Ilhar on Sunday, 5th January 2003 @ 01:19:15 PM AEST
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well written loved it

Re: Hands (User Rating: 1 )
by AzurePaladin on Wednesday, 15th January 2003 @ 11:25:55 AM AEST
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Wonderful poem. Using hands to depict people is clever... You probably could learn a lot just by noticing things like blisters... I usually go to eyes for personality, but hands give more of a sense of action. Good write. :D

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