"A clay pot sitting in the sun will always be a clay pot. It has to go through the white heat of the furnace to become porcelain."
Mildred Witte Stouven
Once I met a quite serious scientist In the underground going east On my way to a tryst in Bayleaf They looked at me with googly eyes And ...
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