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Clay Dust.
We all are,yet we make up the body,
Only for this body to die and decay,
Its also true that,life plants seeds,
But so do trees,birds,butterfies too,
Yet its only humans who do everything.

In the earth clay is dug out for crafts,
but the same clay can make all sorts,
Its the maker that matters,not the object,
Yet many focus on  what they did not create,
Whatever you can make just admire ,enjoy,
At the end of the day,dead bodies  turns to dust.
ALL

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