Me every night before bed: people should be more kind and loving and tolerant
Me the next day, driving behind a slow car: maybe murder isn’t so wrong if it’s just once
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)
http://www.daypoems.net/plainpoems/1900.html
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Whitman always reminds me of my ex because he gifted me Leaves of Grass for my birthday. Regardless, it’s a beautiful poem.
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