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Found Poetry 1,092
as I shop for groceries surveying each vegetable and fruit as a telescope breaking the horizon with hope to see the special strings spinning faint inexpressible privilege serving up dreams I guard in my cart for later
This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.
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