Maxioms by Walt Whitman
The jour printer with gray head and gaunt jaws works at his case,
He turns his quid of tobacco, read more
The jour printer with gray head and gaunt jaws works at his case,
He turns his quid of tobacco, while his eyes blur with the
manuscript.
To me every hour of the day and night is an unspeakably perfect miracle.
To me every hour of the day and night is an unspeakably perfect miracle.
The real war will never get in the books.
The real war will never get in the books.
I accept reality and dare not question it.
I accept reality and dare not question it.
Re-examine all you have been told . . . Dismiss what insults your Soul. -Walt Whitman.
Re-examine all you have been told . . . Dismiss what insults your Soul. -Walt Whitman.
