TerracottaA Poem by N. Hadley
Twenty-seven figureheads
with face made of clay. Grand potters shape them, every which way - Today Jane is a saintess, tomorrow she's a s**t. John is just as easily sculpted as Jane - a football player today, a punk rock rebel tomorrow. My face however, is made of steel - idiosyncratic, unbroken and beautiful. © 2010 N. Hadley |
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Added on December 18, 2010 Last Updated on December 18, 2010 Author
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