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From My Last Years

Walt Whitman
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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