MY LEFT HAND

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    MY LEFT HAND

    ON MY LEFT HAND I WORE A BAND
    ON MY LEFT HAND I HELD ON, BUT SAW YOU RAN
    ON MY LEFT HAND I CAUGHT MY TEARS
    ON MY LEFT HAND I ERASED MY FEARS
    ON MY LEFT HAND I SAY FUCK YOU
    ON MY LEFT HAND I SAY NO MORE ME AND YOU
    ON MY LEFT HAND I RIGHT MY SONG
    ON MY LEFT HAND I SAID IT ALL.
    WRITTEN BY NICOLE WATLEY 2/09

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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