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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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