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Found Poetry 314

6/4/20

I'll adjust to the bustle
though dustcovered
an old man rusting
thrust into the new

the old is just a blasted filament
or the top of a gray rock pile

this very moment I'll close the file
and enjoy my final stop and smile

This poem was created from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Click here to get Leaves of Grass.

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