The Broken Jar

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By Josh..... •

Chips of pottery ornate and glowing A tangled mess takes hold the day My pen burns true and through Alas no ends to mend Stolen away as broken clay No fix can last the sway Not by day nor cover of night All consumed by lustful pain

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August 20, 2007 00:08Caitlin_Californication

short sweet and meaningful. vundabah!