The Hand Painted
Pottery Guild
Of America
There’s a white smile
Of a slogan
If ever I saw one
I bet they always look nice
Don’t they
Whatever
Time it is
Except in the shower
Or when they’ve just been fired
But it’s the same with us all
In times of undress
At moments of stress
Cracks start to appear
It’s like we’ve just come undone
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