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A Few Pounds Of Reddish Clay

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Straight on the bed
What does that lay?
A mould of flesh
What does it call?
A human being
What does it mean?
Hoards, eats and sleeps
When it gets tired takes rest
Does it all that he possess?
At pleasure it jumps

In pain it coils in
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Angelina Holmes 13 April 2014

Love it. It is so true: humans are simply blobs of nothingness... if not for our intellect! Beautifully captured image.

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Heather Wilkins 24 July 2013

from a piece of clay emerges a human being. a body of meat turns into human. good read

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Geetha Jayakumar 24 July 2013

So true...Beautiful write...Power of thinking...made a lot of difference....Well read. Thank you.

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Poem explains what makes a human being - power of thinking. This faculty must be used right. Beautiful poem. Thank you.

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