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Joyce Kilmer
FREE SHIPPING!1886-1918 TREES I think that I shall never see
A poem 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
Silk Screened with Brown ink. Green, Gildan, 100% cotton heavyweight tee, 5.2 oz Printed in the USA |
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