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Found Poetry 962


in the headlands with warbling width
I loiter in the rushes becoming what
swath cut by sufferers
my middling extremities
realometer statistics
crash through any gate
storms straighten the trees
recreation it seems

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

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