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by red85 at deviantart |
A worker with an empty chest.
A cook without a cup or spoons.
I labored to produce my best
Without the simplest of tools.
No wool to spin the wheel to yarn.
No song to soothe and heal.
I did all I knew to raise them up
And let the Potter spin His wheel.
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