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Paul Gerard Reed


Clay


Would that we were made of clay
So that nothing might hurt us on our way
Would that we were hewn from rock
Our innocent notions never shocked

How would it be if we were made from glass
No- too fragile and too easy to smash
Better that we were carved from wood
But no! tomorrow’s ashes if we should



Best if we were forged from steel
So that pain and sorrow we would not feel
Much the best if we were made of grass
And be grazed away as cow’s feet pass

Submitted: Sunday, February 02, 2014

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