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Found Poetry 986


sometimes when you sail you get tossed
the storms are mothers' hands
the wave against your throat
a temporary blade
all dry spells are shared
we listen better when it rains
the exact amount you need

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

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