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Found Poetry 318


whirling greed
that composite of feasters
heavy gold promises
dangled by creatures
a chemical servant
accumulating nervous
to thud your brain
and fuse its circuits

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

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