What a story it would be!

Would they talk about the time they

Threw their first ball and the thud it

Made landing on the damp green lawn

What about the time they grabbed

 A rough,grainy sheet of sandpaper

Or when you grabbed your hand

Back from the red-hot stovetop

Without hands,would you enjoy your life?

Without hands,what would we do?

9 out of 10 dentists agree that that last poem sucks.

Dedication-By:Shawn Markley

Your blood is black from your hateful heart

Your soul is broken and weathered

You want the world to be as miserable as you are

Because of the wounds they gave you.

Wounds that won't heal because you won't let them

When someone tries to get close to you

You seal yourself up inside a cave

So that noone can see you bleeding

Your words are like a scythe

Meant only to cut down and destroy

All of you is like a machine

For you are cold and emotionless

I hear you scream out in pain

When the wind blows through the hole in your chest

You think that noone hears you

But I'm always there at your side.

Looks like we found Nemo

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