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Found Poetry 410


he was lost on the highest hilltop
in a sweat he looked all around
North, South, East, and West all refused
he shouted for help but only got an echo
he looked up, but the sun gave no clue
all the animals there were very amused
for they learned a skill long ago
to get down you just have to roll

This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.

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