OUT-CRIED-AN-IMPERFECT-POT-
FIND-NO?
To the perfect old potter
cried out the new pot
"Sometimes I'm to hold cold stuff
and sometimes to hold hot.
To go rebel against you
I am told we are not.
That we must hold fast
and endure our lot.
They say I must worship
and that I SHALL obey
the perfect old potter
who moulded my clay,
the perfect old potter
who made me this way.
But so many cracked pots
have you not made today ?!"
A-BIG-TOWN-SUNDOWN
Strolling over the green hills
at your very own leisure,
beware the greedy Trolls
and of dragon-guarded treasure.
Take in the emerald hills.
Take in the ruby-red sun
and turn to the poor grey city
on which this ruby goes down.
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