How strange

That hands so gentle could touch with such fury

And damage so intensely.

How strange

That hands so rough could touch the hearts of so many

SO tenderly.

How strange 

That hands so small could have such impact.

How strange

That hands so broad

Could have such little effect.

Hands make the man-

But not in the way so many of us imagined.

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