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Sunday, July 25, 2010
Trees by Arthur Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimatetly lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
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