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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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