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Found Poetry 451
on a conscious afternoon I fathomed in thirds: me, earth, universe my paper a delirium of words ideas walking off ledges discovering Columbus discovered nothing I mapped it all then hid the map those that understand will create their own treasure and then reduce it to scraps
This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.
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