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By Champagne Date: 2003 Apr 23 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.23.06.57.26924]] |
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Your hands are my slaves soothing my skin manipulate muscles ease pain within they heal all my aches wipe all my tears support me when tired chase all my fears they punch all the bad guys smack all the flies flick off the crumb bobs fill me with sighs push the lawn mower cut down the trees rake all the seeds in welcome the breeze they change the flat tires paint the room wall bring out the garbage vacuum the hall They pull up the covers when I have a chill they rub me so gently when I need a thrill They gather my hair when it falls in my face they gently caress each strand out of place They pick up the baby when she starts to cry They cook a great omelette they even help fry a snack in the evening our late midnight treat they massage little tootsies even my feet So gladly you use them in so many ways to make my life happy Your hands are my slaves |