Showing posts with label APPEARANCE MUST NOT FOIL NOR SHIFTED SPHERE CONFUSE THY BRAIN. Show all posts
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Sunday, December 2, 2018

WALT WHITMAN POETRY IV


The body, sluggish, aged, cold - the embers left from earlier fires, The light in the eye grown dim, shall duly flame again.
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