I started as a plain and dull piece of pottery
will someone see me and swoop me up in their arms?
All of a sudden a girl lightly picks me up and says, " This is the one mother."
She sets me down and ponders such things out loud like colors.
Finally she decides on brown polka dots and a flower in the center with a pink background.
She paints and paints until she is finished,
they leave me here in this place and I wonder why they do not take me.
At the store, the owners put me in a hot container.
Once I come out I am beautiful.
Later in the week my new friends pick me up and take me to their home
I am shiny and have a new feeling, and I am wanted right where I am.
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