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Tuesday, 16 September 2008 00:00
Clay Hands
Dark souls
Spit on the pavement
A deep color
Just for me
Eyes reflect
A vision they have
But I am not afraid
Small dolls
And loose clothing adorn
The room is set to see
They wake with a shuffle
Surprised to find
My hands are made of clay
© 9/16/2008, William Grant Preston
