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Found Poetry 683


buzzing soldiers overflow the island
crossing the streets wherever in thick bands
poisonous their every step that lands
danger in your nostrils
munitions stuck to their hands

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

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