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My father's hands are dark,tanned.
His hands are rough from work.
My father's hand is bent from an accident long ago.
My father's finger houses a circlet of gold.
My father holds my hand in his as we walk to the range.
My father's hand holds the gun that can put me in my grave.

Description
My father's hands are dark,tanned.
His hands are rough from work.
My father's hand is bent from an accident long ago.
My father's finger houses a circlet of gold.
My father holds my hand in his as we walk to the range.
My father's hand holds the gun that can put me in my grave.