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Found Poetry 185

1/16/20

one day, the padded room overturned and I was out
shaken out on the street
it was nice to see and feel weather
I laughed at every new shape I saw
the garden flowers had me in a trance
I poured my hands over them like a stain on a beautiful floor

This poem was created from a collection of T.S. Eliot's poems. Click here to see a book by Eliot.

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