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Choices

Posted on January 13, 2012 | 2 comments

Get tempered in a few hot days
Be molded and cast by a forged world
Or go your way you piece of clay
The end of the channel feels whirled

Malleable in the hands of others
Giving into contradiction
But under the son we’re brothers
And we share the same affliction

 

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/13

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