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MORE THAN A LUMP
A lump of clay,
is nothing special,
until the potter
starts his pedal,
He moistens the clay
to make it soft,
then fashions it so,
that it’s no longer rough.
Little by little,
and as time goes by,
the potter’s clay
becomes a prize.
A masterpiece in sight,
for all to behold,
there’s none other like it,
He then breaks the mold.
Copyright © BY JOE MEDREK
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