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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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