Quatrain Poem by rawden lewis

Quatrain



The clay from which He created all Mankind
Must have caught his eye and turned him blind
For had he any sight or sense at all
He'd have looked again and changed his mind

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Just a little exercise in pastiche, check out Omar Khayam or rather Fitzgerald's so called translation
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