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--- there is a crack a crack in the clay a crack   in the vessel for water today . it is quite small it's hard for to see . it's always in you . it's always in me . the master carries this vessel for to bathe and to wash and another sound vessel which is balanced across his strong broad shoulders . one on each side . with a stick for to balance both for the ride . the man dipped his pots . w ith water to seek . but the *** with t he crack in it began to leak as the m  an passed . on his way to his **  me . the leak in the *** began to flow W                                   A                                   T                                   E                                   R                                   S                                   P                                   I                                   L                                   L                                   E                                   D                                   down upon the verge of the path where there were trees, flowers and grass . the master looked back where he had been . one side was withered . but the other was green a riot of colors from the blooms and the trees . told that they had had water . the master was pleased so he placed the cracked vessel in its own special place . and walked away happy . With a smile on his face! soulsurvivor (C) 6/21/2015
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Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
crack in the clay
--- there is a crack a crack in the clay a crack   in the vessel for water today . it is quite small it's hard for to see . it's always in you . it's always in me . the master carries this vessel for to bathe and to wash and another sound vessel which is balanced across his strong broad shoulders . one on each side . with a stick for to balance both for the ride . the man dipped his pots . w ith water to seek . but the *** with t he crack in it began to leak as the m  an passed . on his way to his **  me . the leak in the *** began to flow W                                   A                                   T                                   E                                   R                                   S                                   P                                   I                                   L                                   L                                   E                                   D                                   down upon the verge of the path where there were trees, flowers and grass . the master looked back where he had been . one side was withered . but the other was green a riot of colors from the blooms and the trees . told that they had had water . the master was pleased so he placed the cracked vessel in its own special place . and walked away happy . With a smile on his face! soulsurvivor (C) 6/21/2015
This poem illustrates how even cracked vessels have an important place in the world I hope that this is not too difficult to read :-* ---
SoulSurvivor
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Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
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