Whose Is This Hand I See Before Me? - Poem by Pete Crowther
God, it scared me!
Just woke up,
looked down at my arm,
hand still holding the pen —
It didn’t seem to be mine,
the hand, I mean,
I’d probably nicked the pen.
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