“I am but clay,” the sinner plead,
Who fed each vain desire.
“Not only clay,” another said,
“But worse, for thou art mire.”
“I am but clay,” the sinner plead,
Who fed each vain desire.
“Not only clay,” another said,
“But worse, for thou art mire.”
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I did not like this poem. To me Paul Laurence Dunbar is not a good poet I think he needs more work on this poem and all of his other poems I believe that he could have done much better