Those hands
Crowded street, scorching sunMad traffic, have to catch my busFrom across the road but thenI felt the touch of a weak handPlease help me cross the roadSaid a man with grey hair and beardHe was so frail...
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It doesn't matter Your spelling mistake Not even birthday cakes For the heavens sake All that counts are Words spoken from souls
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