A tale I wrote
The man felt his feet
never respected his slippers,
so he slid his slippers
on his hands.
He smiled as his fingertips
tried to relax into the warmth.
He could tell they missed
being able to pick things up,
but promised they’d soon enjoy
the rest. In time.
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