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Found Poetry 1,025
being blind I see the signs authority in a full bottle we teach this dilapidated man with gaps overseers of performance we sacrifice for real investments we cannot climb cliffs with rings so we remove them we remove our meat before the butcher's apology our paper relics hard as any bullet when they hit, you know
This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.
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