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Dec 2016
the craftsman bought
his piece of clay to life
but ye mold was one that
would bring much strife

the clay just didn't behave
in the appropriate way
always it acted like
a grotesque monstrous play

on discovering the clay's
fault ridden side
the creator flung it down
******* a curbside

never again did he use
that model of mold
as its unsound traits weren't
ones he'd behold
Elizabeth Squires
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Elizabeth Squires
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