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His hands
His hands,
I never thought,
That hands could be that beautiful.
I never thought,
That I would draw his hands,
Over and over.
All through my sketchbook.
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Results of writing rhymes at 11:18 pm
The outfit I've chosen is past compare,It matches right down to my underwear.
All who behold it break into song,
Their admiration is far from wrong.
I walk down the street to a chorus of praise,
