These Hands 

These hands, they labor, toiling day after day in the blazing hot sun.  They are hard and callous, impenetrable to pain.  They fight when they need to with a punch like steel.  They keep the peace by laying strongly to the side.  They are wisdom, holding the knowledge of all these things and more.  But most of all, when they hold those most dear in their tender embrace they are love. 

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