Hands Hands Hands''''''''''''''''' - Poem by Tracey Collins
Wet gross dirty hands
Clean tiny soggy hands
Those are just a few
Frozen big hard hands
Sweaty bendy moving hands
Fat hands too.
Little cute tired hands
Last of all, best of all,
I like my hands!
Just another poem writen by my 17 year old when he was in grade 2
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