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  • 12/30/2011

Trees

trees

Joyce Kilmer

 

1 I think that I shall never see

2 A poem as lovely as a tree.

3 A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

4 Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

5 A tree that looks at God all day,

6 And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

7 A tree that may in Summer wear

8 A nest of robins in her hair;

9 Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

10 Who intimately lives with rain.

11 Poems are made by fools like me,

12 But only God can make a tree.

 

Hope for Everyone

Hope for Everyone

Hope for Everyone
The Greatest Artist

The Greatest Artist

The Greatest Artist
Anger fills my heart and soul

Anger fills my heart and soul

Anger fills my heart and soul
Why do I love You, Sir?

Why do I love You, Sir?

Why do I love You, Sir?
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