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August 3, 2011
 I think that I shall never see 
 A poem as lovely as a tree.

 A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
 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. 1886–1918
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