Watch my handsA Poem by Jon Roggie
You have to keep track.
There are simple indicators. Just to let you know to back off. Something to think about. Me, my left hand starts first. Sometimes, I can stop the shaking. Sometimes. Now, if I am not careful, both hands start. Reaches that point, there is no finesse. I can't hold a glass. Why do I mention this? I cherish when I have the control. Stealing a moment.
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Added on April 18, 2016 Last Updated on April 18, 2016 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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