Found Poetry 426

11/3/20

breezes of drops
slanted lightning
impossible dervish
sailors ready
soaked map
stuck rope
hole in sail
sailors ready
whittled mast
fuel low
superstitions be gone
sailors ready

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

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