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Clay


I have been shaped and formed.

Taught right from wrong since i was born.

If you dont succeed try again.

What happens when you try and fail, what then?

Parents with high expectations drive me crazy!

But am I good enough, maybe?

Try, try agin sweet child, let your dreams run wild. 

When sculpting, use your imagination.

If it changes, dont condemn your creation.

You can make your way. 

You are sculpted with the best of clay.

But your parents added something different, integrity.

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