爸爸的手

摘要：

@@ Bedtime came, we were settling down, I was holding one of my lads. As I grasped him so tight, I saw a strange sight: My hands ... they looked like my dad' s!I remember them well, those old gnarled hooks,there was always a cracked nail or two. And thanks to a hammer that strayed from its mark, his thumb was a beautiful blue!

在线出版日期：2009-07-07（万方平台首次上网日期，不代表论文的发表时间）

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