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Some men be born with heart of gold; Their endless joy, infectious so. Whilst others be born in scorn; Never giving in to joys sweet honey. Some men be born with mind of glass; So crystal and clear every thought can pass. Whilst others be born with mind of fog; Giving way to poor thoughts and desires. Some men be born with bolden soul; Unafraid to protect and lead their people. Whilst others cower in the crowds; Hearts wanting to jump as the go day by day. No man be equal, this be it true; Life, it's no pristine cast or mold. No it's like a potter and their wheel; Each bowl, Each cup, unique in their hands.
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Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 9:06 AM UTC
The potters hands
Some men be born with heart of gold; Their endless joy, infectious so. Whilst others be born in scorn; Never giving in to joys sweet honey. Some men be born with mind of glass; So crystal and clear every thought can pass. Whilst others be born with mind of fog; Giving way to poor thoughts and desires. Some men be born with bolden soul; Unafraid to protect and lead their people. Whilst others cower in the crowds; Hearts wanting to jump as the go day by day. No man be equal, this be it true; Life, it's no pristine cast or mold. No it's like a potter and their wheel; Each bowl, Each cup, unique in their hands.
Hope who ever reads has very nice day.
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Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 9:06 AM UTC
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