It is no shame, clay, if you cannot be a vase.<\/p>\n
In your terra cotta I can see the face<\/p>\n
of a cottage set in the corner of a lot,<\/p>\n
surrounded by roses and forget-me-nots,<\/p>\n
all snugly wrapped in a whitewashed slatted fence.<\/p>\n
It is no shame to trade flash for permanence.<\/p>\n
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