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Aug 2015
I was dirt;
I was spit on;
I was stirred around;
Til I became clay;
Who created me, started to play.

He knew all along how to play,
He took the 7 step:-
1- timing
2- kneading
3- cut
4- shape
5- form
6- readiness
7- admire

He was the Potter Man &
Now I am the work of is play.

Isaish 64: 8
Jazzieweb
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