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Found Poetry 321
a fleet of feet on the ballroom floor whistling and roaring pulsing harmlessly but barely tolerating the news of the day may some day march grinding the corrupt to dust and then return to having fun
This poem was created from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Click here to get Leaves of Grass.
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