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Found Poetry 775


"when the job is done, throw the rags away"
that's what the stupid do
spoiled children! now listen
I don't mean to divide
but celebrate the rags
for their dirt is divine
what was soiled has been lifted
rising fresh and changed
now calling you
like air from a boiling kettle whistling

This poem was created from Grimms' Fairy Tales by the Brothers Grimm. Click here to get Grimms' Fairy Tales.

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