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It's becoming harder to find real mans hands,(0.00 / 0 votes)
The kind that hold tools, fix things and crush cans.
Man hands are hard and rough.
They support the family when times are tough.
Man hands work hard and endure much.
They drive a woman crazy from just a touch.
Man hands often take a beating.
Then fold in prayer before they start eating.
Man hands teach children how to live.
And open generously when time to give.
Man hands calm life's storms.
And stoke the fire to keep it warm.
Man hands get nervous holding their first child.
And then firm in discipline when that kid gets wild.
Man hands tell stories of past fights.
They calm and soothe his woman through many nights.
Jobs and chores, work and play.
A real mans hands are used all day.
Real men with man hands are becoming a thing of the past.
If you come across a pair of these you can bet, they will stand fast.
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