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These hands,
Nothing special about them,
Everyone’s got them.
They’re all the same really,
Some longer than others,
Some hairier than others,
But they all end in ten fingers.
These hands,
Pretty ordinary,
Till we begin to use them
In ways extraordinary.
Hands in tune with life,
Those make a remarkable surgeon,
Hands with a deep understanding of
Butter sugar and optimum temperature,
Those make a seasoned baker.
These hands can mend and create,
What these hands create
Belong to us,
We are our hands,
We are what we make of them,
These hands.
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