Found Poetry 321

7/15/20

a fleet of feet on the ballroom floor
whistling and roaring
pulsing harmlessly
but barely tolerating the news of the day
may some day march
grinding the corrupt to dust
and then return to having fun

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

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