Hands that shaped me

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    Hands that shaped me

    Meet the hands that shaped me,
    Like a sculpture from it’s plaster
    Meet the ones who made me
    A fucking walking disaster
    If you want to know me,
    You’ve got to understand
    And you have to see what made me
    The person that I am
    You have to know my story, 
    You’ve got to read my book
    You claim to know my cover
    But at the inside you wont look
    So, will you claim to know me
    After you know why I'm this way??

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Batitus66’s Poems (47)

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