CLAY-LIKE

In old times;

Our class had a time for pottery

We mixed raw clay with water and drew various shapes

It blended with our skins

No one stood out different

I laugh when I remember times

I once thought glorious

Now a shame to myself

I should tell you, but I won’t

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