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Found Poetry 694


dirty fingers trace a bent halo
I don't like the philosophy of a trophy
the ground can wear it
I'll plant it in our garden
the strawberries and potatoes can share it
they'll move slow but bold
and show me how to escape cuffs of gold

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

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