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Found Poetry 637
my hands and back sowing machines, working the field experiments, combinations stopping is a mistake that puts less food on the plate a romance with the dirt spiritual reverberations the sacred water sparkles all the land has to do is wait
This poem was created from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Click here to get Leaves of Grass.
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