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Kéramos

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Turn, turn, my wheel? Turn round and round
Without a pause, without a sound:
So spins the flying world away!
This clay, well mixed with marl and sand,
Follows the motion of my hand;
Far some must follow, and some command,
Though all are made of clay!


Thus sang the Potter at his task

Beneath the blossoming hawthorn-tree,
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* Sunprincess * 14 September 2014

...............very nicely written....he planted a desire in my heart to visit France....

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