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Of Hands

By LondonEye, Randolph, NJ

What of teeming artist's mind,
If lamed hands frozen be?
Talisman of the heart be burned
If the spirit cannot so worship
And, Visions-- Mirages
Of red and gold
Come forth, Thou! and repent
For cold absence
From my own paws that stumble at your sight

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