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Found Poetry 443
the elevation sings fortune chisel to stone over and over landscapes rattle angry the treasure withdraws deeper into its burrow can we disregard the sermons from the sect of soil? tinkering with tillage it looked better on paper
This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.
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