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There is an unknown potter hidden inside every poet. He prepares clay by mixing his thoughts and words. He gracefully dances on it making the rhythm of his emotions flow through his feet dipped in imagination. Then, he puts this kneaded clay on the spinning wheel of creativity and slowly with his warm hands of poetic skills, he molds it beautifully verse by verse engraving some patterns of metaphor and rhyme. Now, he takes out the sculpted object and bakes it in the kiln of grammar checks to burn out the moisture of common errors remaining within it which finally brings out a perfect pottery piece called poetry!