After reflecting on it a bit I've decided that I'm TRIPLING DOWN ON EVERYTHING I SAID!
HIT EM' WHITMAN!
Ya-honk! he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation;
The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listen closer,
I find its purpose and place up there toward the November sky.
Walt Whitman listens so good he hears a duck go YA-HONK and finds his place among the universe and the sky!
DO YOU STILL DOUBT THE POWER???
Don't be a pert. Never suppose it meaningless.
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