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Found Poetry 973


wading an incline
hours of emptiness
alternating between alone
deliberating a crossing

imitate the gentleman
even if sport an eternity
in a region of routes
they shouted for a reason

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

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