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Found Poetry 385
my child stays in my arms a memory carved with the strongest ink permanent to the inner bone encircling a chopped down heart I see hope and joy in the distance because I've known him from the very start
This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.
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