Hands

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My hands allow me to write, they help me take bites,

They let me fly a kite, and fight, with all my might,

Why, without my hands I wouldn't be able to block my eyes from the light,

I couldn't reach the greatest heights,

With no hands flying a kite would be out of sight,

But without hands I may be alright, they could be replaced with bits and parts.

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