Excellent how I come to shape Mere clay by astyanax

Nothing but a lump of clay Another pounded dough Red with dismay Wet behind the ears Be on in years Beaten to be an ashtray Feeling like dirt Crying before the hurts Till breaking the mold Mud dripping on the table And getting a role to model I took a hold That life in tune More than a Chinese xun With passion in the soul Rolled into a ceramic flute Never again to be mute

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