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Posted on May 21, 2019 by Bob McCranie
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You turned the wheel — I spun around:
but I was not clay to your hands,
I did not shape to your image,
my imperfections would not vanish.
Now you have left me here,
fired and glazed, hard and set.
Category: 2019, 71. MayTags: David Adès
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