Moistened soil once said to a potter..
"Master, you chisel and mold me all day,
What if I end up in dismay."
The Master looked and smiling said..
"My dear moistened clay,
I am good at what I do, so the people say,
With every pat and tap and every single sun ray,
You transform and take my breath away,
And After the day's work when I lay,
I constantly feel proud and pray,
For you to be adored by everyone everyday. "
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