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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
I WAS BORN WITH TWELVE FINGERS, by LUCILLE CLIFTON Recitation by Author Poet's Biography
Last Line: Through our terrible shadowy hands
Subject(s): Hands
Last Line: Through our terrible shadowy hands
Subject(s): Hands
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