Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
Leaves of Grass, by Walt Whitman (Signet, 1958). From a charity
“Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass,
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soracities: Walt Whitman, ‘Song of Myself’, Leaves of Grass
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something i wrote for Facebook. nothing fancy, but came out of
If only my soul could bleed. But it has not had enough meat.
You ever get one of those funny revelations that completely change
I am ready for Halloween. I’m listening to the moonlit road
ramblings of midnight (October 21/22 2015)
Today is going to be a very busy day. Honestly I’m on the
I don’t matter but we do.Spring lights meBrimming vitriol passion.I
millionsmillions: After a Boston attorney banned the publication
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