I dote on myself, there is that lot of me and all so luscious,
Each moment and whatever happens thrills me with joy,
I cannot tell how my ankles bend, nor whence the cause of my faintest wish,
Nor the cause of the friendship I emit, nor the cause of the friendship I take again.--Walt Whitman, "Song of Myself"
Friday, February 18, 2005
Happy Birthday to Me
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