Hands


5 fingers and 2 hands
Working through stone
Carving wooden homes
Molding clay tombs
Why should we wonder?
Who can we ponder?
No question for advice
2 answers would be nice
But none is better off
It leaves no leading trace
DNA is out of place
So crowded to complete
Why man is to discreet
This is why im meek
Condemned to living grace

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