I Have Beautiful Hands, Poem by Liza Sud

My face is less than horrible my hands are rough and thick my legs are pale from lack of sun Don't get me started on my ass But my soul too is lovely it sits beside all men Rhyme is over rated intent translates. Peace

The nightingale sings there 's nest the worry out as keep the rest without worrying about the birds sing is not in the country wing we fly high in full sail because we do not like the gales get up early to the whole crew for birds which is in flow warm happy can looks, who are a harm life is good, when the bird do all that well then you can hear life a bell. yours Ari