for every mile the feet gothe heart goes nine — E.E. Cummings, 100 Selected Poems
for every mile the feet gothe heart goes nine — E.E. Cummings, 100 Selected Poems
for every mile the feet gothe heart goes nine — E.E. Cummings, 100 Selected Poems
for every mile the feet gothe heart goes nine — E.E. Cummings, 100 Selected Poems
for every mile the feet gothe heart goes nine — E.E. Cummings, 100 Selected Poems
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for every mile the feet gothe heart goes nine

— E.E. Cummings, 100 Selected Poems
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