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Found Poetry 387
visitors to the Native American preservation dead seeds in the museum grow restless the still gourds still rattle though hear them converse in deep sounds more powerful than the European guns wood and rock tools behind the glass still chip away at something
This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.
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