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Petrarchan Hand Sonnet
They tell you everything you want to know,
One look at someone’s hands, one searching out
And of them you will surely have no doubt
About from where they come and where they go
And where they work and where they play, find out
About their likes, their fears, their scars. They’ll show
You ev’rything you want to know, hands glow
With stories, fangé d mem’ries; fierce they shout.
My hands will gladly tell you so much more
Than any charts or pie-graphs ever could.
Two outlets, over what those tests may score
They spill their thoughts abounding, as they should.
And so I’ve drawn unique anatomy,
Myself, fleshed out and real for you to see.