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<html> <center> <font="courier new" fontcolor="green" fontsize="16"> <bg color="blue"> <tittle>TREES by: Joyce kilmer</tittle> <marquee direction="left"> <p><pre>

I think that I shall never see A Poem lovely as a tree A tree whose hungry month is prest A giants the earth's sweet following breast; A tree that looks at God all day And lift her leafy arms to pray, A tree that may in summer wear A must of robins in her hair, Upon whoose bloosom snow has in lain, Who intimately lives with rain Poems are made by took like me But only God can make a tree </p></pre></marquee> </html>

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