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10/14/2009
Today I wash my hands
fingernails and wrinkles
collecting the grease of work
today I wash my hands anew
knowing tomorrow will be no easier
protective calluses have formed
handshake wide with muscle
though today I wash my hands
my word lay in it tattooed
what I committed to yesterday
stays like a worked in callus
tomorrow too, I will wash my hands
and fold the towel properly
all will lay in order for that day
waiting for a new day’s work
Thank you Bill Gottlin.
All our lives we sweat and save, Building for a shallow grave
Must be something else we say, Somehow to defend this place
Everything must be this way, Everything must be this way, yeah.
The Doors
Thanks for stopping by, Bill.