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arthouse easelThursday, September 29, 2011. Tuesday, September 27, 2011. I think that I shall never see. A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest. Against the sweet earth's 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 intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me,. But only God can make a tree. Joyce Kilmer, 1886-1918. Tuesday, January 4, 2011.
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