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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

From my Last Years

FROM my last years, last thoughts I here bequeath,
  Scatter’d and dropt, in seeds, and wafted to the West,
  Through moisture of Ohio, prairie soil of Illinois—through Colorado,
        California air,
  For Time to germinate fully.

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