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Found Poetry 665


I fed myself buds of prayer	
packed red cranberry-like	
while prisioner of the banks	
my patience grew ripe	
suffering from freedom pangs	
what I ate walked the plank	

This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.

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