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WINTER HANDS
As I look down at my hands, they are winter hands,
Cold, white, quite wrinkled and I’ve tried many brands
To try and soften or smooth them, my nails are a mess too,
I wonder will I still have a pair left when winter is through.

Rough and most unladylike are my hands right now,
But I am not the only one with this problem I vow.
The aloe plant is all used up, that was one of the best
For healing, and I have put many other creams to the test.

But slowly they are improving, at least the cracks are gone,
The wrinkles are helped by vanishing cream, that’s fun
For my mom used to use that when very few things were around,
And gran in her healing was in sugar and olive oil often found.

The best cure is have no winter or go many miles away,
But I love the north and always want in the area to stay,
So for a few months my aging hands will be quite a mess,
But when I think about it, it doesn’t matter I must confess.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 11 March 2005
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