the attempts at marketing my pottery in this new cyber world I find myself
floundering in! So I shall fall back onto these sweet words and give myself
a break...
Ah, fill the Cup:---what boots it to repeat
How Time is slipping underneath our Feet:
Unborn TOMORROW,and dead YESTERDAY,
Why fret about them if TODAY be sweet!
Omar Khayyam
Poet
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