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Some SF poetry from Walt Whitman, extracted from Leaves of Grass : This day before dawn I ascended a hill and look'd at the crowded heaven, And I said to my Spirit, When we become the enfolders of those orbs, and the pleasure and knowledge of every thing in them, shall we be fill'd and satisfied then? And my Spirit said, No ...

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Published: 1 year, 5 months ago (Sun, 27 Jan 2008 18:29:17 PST); 1606 bytes
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