When I rest, I dream of clay- Towering mountains of unshaped human potential Wet with the white rain Of possibilities ... Read full text
Man is made of clay. What else can be moulded from it is a bonus of its flexibility. Good poem, Lazarus.
Clay = Humans Very good, Larry.
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Man is made of clay. What else can be moulded from it is a bonus of its flexibility. Good poem, Lazarus.