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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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