Foibles
Within the gentleness
Of the third finger you cannot
Raise higher than another
Lies the truth...
Life is understanding
We are all the same
With foibles we insist on
Having on either hand.
I've named mine
Virginia and Leonard
Though that could change.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2011-09-07 at 00:59
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