Found Poetry 283

5/8/20

I hear the daily music from the trumpets of hate
how they blow!
from roofs and especially from the gutters
I promise to forever sing louder and better

This poem was created from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Click here to get Leaves of Grass.

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