Author Reinvented

Somewhere in the garden

Somewhere in the garden,
There's a statue of me and you,
Coated in gold and made out of clay,

And they'll honour it and love it,
They'll covet it and want it,
Right up until they throw it away,
Till the gold has all been stolen,
The clay is cracked and broken,
Then the statue's discarded at the end of the day.
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