MEETING THE MASTER
"I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles."
--Whitman, Song of Myself (52.9-10)
well, there I was, trudgin' along to
class, yu' know, when all of a sudden
I felt this squish, like I'd just
stepped on some little soft-
boned, uh, mouse or somethin',
so I lifted up my left boot
and slowly peeled off this weird, uh--
well, sure enough, there he
was, a little teeny Walt
Whitman, flat as a
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