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@@ -141,21 +141,27 @@ Which bore so sweet a burden"
 ["Trees" (1913)](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trees_(poem))
 
 I think that I shall never see
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 A poem lovely as a tree.
 
 A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
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 Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
 
 A tree that looks at God all day,
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 And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
 
 A tree that may in Summer wear
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 A nest of robins in her hair;
 
 Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
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 Who intimately lives with rain.
 
 Poems are made by fools like me,
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 But only God can make a tree.
 
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 [In Flanders Fields (1915)](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/In_Flanders_Fields?wprov=sfti1)
 
 In Flanders fields the poppies blow
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 Between the crosses, row on row,
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   That mark our place; and in the sky
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   The larks, still bravely singing, fly
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 Scarce heard amid the guns below.
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 We are the Dead. Short days ago
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 We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
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   Loved and were loved, and now we lie
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       In Flanders fields.
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 Take up our quarrel with the foe:
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 To you from failing hands we throw
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   The torch; be yours to hold it high.
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   If ye break faith with us who die
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 We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
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       In Flanders fields. 
 
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