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Found Poetry 429


pursuing the honeycomb
the plateau of sweet
I aspire to land on my hands
although my tongue will greet
overwhelmed I think
so I break off a piece
and find the buzzing increased
I've turned on the bee machine
because of my stupid reach

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

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