Song of Myself, I loafe and invite my heart, I lean and loafe inside my simplicity watching a spear of summer lawn.
Song of Myself, I loafe and invite my heart, I lean and loafe inside my simplicity watching a spear of summer lawn. By Walt Whitman I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And the thing I assume you shall assume, for every single atom owned by me personally as good belongs for you. My tongue, every […]
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