Who has such daring arms
That would welcome this scatter brained?
Isn't it ever hard to bear with a jerk?
What touch can change a lump of soil
Into a great part of a super sculpture?
There must be a wonderful artisan
Whose hands are moist with a unique potion!
Before whom the crass voice turns honeyed rich!
Who knows if such a chance is stored safe
In the hidden safe of this time's distant branch?
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