MY LEFT HAND

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    MY LEFT HAND

    ON MY LEFT HAND I WORE A BAND
    ON MY LEFT HAND I HELD ON, BUT SAW YOU RAN
    ON MY LEFT HAND I CAUGHT MY TEARS
    ON MY LEFT HAND I ERASED MY FEARS
    ON MY LEFT HAND I SAY FUCK YOU
    ON MY LEFT HAND I SAY NO MORE ME AND YOU
    ON MY LEFT HAND I RIGHT MY SONG
    ON MY LEFT HAND I SAID IT ALL.
    WRITTEN BY NICOLE WATLEY 2/09

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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