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[36] For in the Market-place, one Dusk of Day

This post was last updated on August 12th, 2020 at 01:15 pm

For in the Market-place, one Dusk of Day,
I watch’d the Potter thumping his wet Clay:
     And with its all obliterated Tongue
It murmur’d — “Gently, Brother, gently, pray!”

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