my self poemI was a bit of clay... ugly and unrefined... I was hardened and rough... dirty and useless... Then one night, the Potter looked at me and smiled... "I shall break you...mold you and make you into a wonderful jar... You shall become a beautiful clay jar.. You shall hold and contain my treasure... my gift... let anyone who is willing...
Saturday, April 08, 2006
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