a poem from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman
There was a child went forth every day
And the first object he look'd upon
that object he became.
And that object became part of him
for the day or a certain part of the day,
Or for many years or stretching cyles of years....
Sunday, January 29, 2006
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