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Found Poetry 360
let me borrow your impulse, nature to express our nakedness we transact in fables skin memories of trees and water herons of luck glide and settle as the sun breathes the bluish-green meadow
This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.
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