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Solid, Ironical, Rolling Orb

Walt Whitman
SOLID, ironical, rolling orb! Master of all, and matter of fact!--at last I accept your terms; Bringing to practical, vulgar tests, of all my ideal dreams, And of me, as lover and hero.

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