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“Son of mud” a sonnet

Over at King's English Michael Mates has written a wonderful sonnet in response to this post.


Son of mud
And other crud
Lift up your eyes
For you shall rise.

Conceived in dirt,
Be bold to flirt
With Light who woos
What once was ooze.

Man of dust,
It’s time to trust
Your Maker’s thumb
And, soft, succumb.

Let Him weep for you today,
For wetted dust is yielding clay.


Thank you Michael!

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