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Guest Poet: Karen Thill Hands are those things at the end of your armsWith fingers that can hold many charms.Hands may touch a child’s cheekTo wipe away a tear he weeps.Hands can bring a baby to lifeFor a loving, caring husband and wife.Hands can hold that baby dearSnuggling her close and kissing her ear.Hands mayContinue reading “Hands”