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Spadina Literary Review  —  edition 1 page 16

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All types of jugs and bowls both big and small
were lined up on the floor and by the wall;
   loquacious vessels, some of them, while some
did listen close but hardly spoke at all.

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Said one among them — “Surely not in vain
this clay was lifted from the primal plain
   and to this figure formed, merely to be smashed
and trampled back to shapeless earth again.”

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A pause there was, then loudly up and spake
a bitter vessel of ungainly make:
   “They sneer because I lean awry,” he said,
“What? Did the potter’s hand so badly shake?”

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“Why,” said another, “Some there are who tell
that God, right peevish, tosses down to hell
   the luckless pots he marred in making — Tush!
this God's a decent chap who’ll treat us well.”

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“Well,” murmured one, “Let whoso make or buy,
my clay with long neglect has gone bone-dry:
   but fill me with the old familiar juice,
methinks I might recover by and by.”