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AC Tesla
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I am dirt
I am the clay
I have cried at the moon
I don't think it cared
I am old
I have nothing to say
You are surprised?
You believe in wisdom?
Me too but,
I never found it
I am the clay
The potter rejected
I am the dirt beneath the boots of angels
On second thought a better poem would be simply:
Angels
With boots on
I am the clay
I have cried at the moon
I don't think it cared
I am old
I have nothing to say
You are surprised?
You believe in wisdom?
Me too but,
I never found it
I am the clay
The potter rejected
I am the dirt beneath the boots of angels
On second thought a better poem would be simply:
Angels
With boots on