Clay

by Lynn Anderson   Feb 2, 2006


True life will come when you least expect it.
Will you ever believe myself induldgence spit?
Can you come forward and save the day?
All you are is a figure whom I molded out of clay.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Sondos

    I like this poem a lot. The words speak volumes well done!

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