E. G.

Just trying something different to empty my head! I don’t write much, nor am I an experienced writer or critic of any sort. :~)

E. G.

Just trying something different to empty my head! I don’t write much, nor am I an experienced writer or critic of any sort. :~)

Hands

E. G.

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My hands grow weak as quickly as they grow For every snap, clap, claw, and grasp I’ve yet to hold all there is to know Gently yet boldly will I still clasp For tomorrow there is to go Onward still, much to sow

Poetry

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