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Trees Joyce kilmer Ithink that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree A tree whose hungry mouth

isprest Against the swit earths flowing breast A tree that looks god all day and lilts her leapy arm to pray Atree that may in her hair Upon whos boson snow has lain Who intimately lives with rain Poems are made by fools like me But only god can make a tree

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