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Wet River Clay
Contributed by
danimus
on
Tuesday, 6th April 2004 @ 10:19:17 PM in AEST
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Down but I am clay
Brown and I display
The depth of nationality
Blind but It's ability
I can shape gold
Become man but not cold
In a water reality
I can mold me
Wet but in control
Upset and beginning to fold
Strength from inside out
Dry but without a drought
My surface looks cracked
Inside I'm a river to react
While your puddle dries
Your turning back for mine
I am the last to fall
From a dry bitter crumble
And I am your last chance
To be grounded before you tumble
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danimus
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2004-04-06 22:19:17]
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Re: Wet River Clay
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by Avarice_Riot on
Tuesday, 6th April 2004 @ 11:06:26 PM AEST
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| Nice personification there, I like how it builds up to the end. Well done. |
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