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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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