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Jesus
Hands ahead,
and you know
a carpenter's
labor.
Calloused
hearts abhor
when work is
difficult. Still,
it must have
been hard
for you, those
handles. That
woodworker,
all smiles,
and causing you
to come in
mere minutes.
But, wife,
you are back.
And I am feeling
myself again,
my prick
making its
ingenious way
in
fast.
Our Nasty Mansion
She had
that swelling
in the glands.
Her face
engaged
in disorder.
No
satisfaction
with current
events. Her
child in the
top ten. A
father off to
Switzerland.
And the sentence
of which she
finally knew
nothing.
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