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I think that I shall never see A poem 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 intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.Joyce Kilmer
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If you call a gypsy a vagabond, I think you do him wrong, For he never goes a-travelling but he takes his home along. And the only reason a road is good, as every wanderer knows, Is just because of the homes, the homes, the homes to which it goes.Joyce Kilmer
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I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree.Joyce Kilmer
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Things have a terrible permanence when people die.Joyce Kilmer
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Poems are made by fools like me But only God can make a tree.Joyce Kilmer