emmdubbs

there was

there was a boy
who played with clay
he shaped it
and bent it
in every way
he made shapes
and stars
and hearts for mom
he used crude tools
and his little thumb
his friends would come
to play with him
they'd bring there clay
and mix it in
so one night
when everyone was gone
he took the clay
pressed in his thumb
bent up the sides
and squeezed it thin
there stood a man
looking back at him
this is me he said
made up of your clay
this is who i'll become
and how i'll remain

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