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Found Poetry 407
overflowing language from broke people perform a joke as truth under a steeple we should mock them as empty vaults as flocks flock seeking miracle results constant lies about nature make my blood boil crying like infants wet with holy water snake oil though all observe their main promise is void of premise they twist logic and somehow have condemned us as I turn man-made pages from the dark ages I learn willing ignorance gives no special advantage
This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.
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