Clay Feet January 2001 One day he noticed I could not With my eyes his eyes meet, For on his pedestal I sat With dirty clay-like feet, And so he bade me please descend My perch, his high regard. So down I stepped, and from that height My fall was very hard. Request A Print home | store | artist | resources | galleries

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