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Oct 2023
Whitman looked down at nature,
Saw the grains of sand, the single blade of grass,
Reflected on the journeywork of stars,
Taking it all in, he let it all out his barbaric yawp
Across the rooftops of the world.

You are not forgotten, Walt.
Don Bouchard
Written by
Don Bouchard  64/M/Minnesota
(64/M/Minnesota)   
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