I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You wi — Walt Whitman

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You wi — Walt Whitman

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You wi — Walt Whitman

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You wi — Walt Whitman

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You wi — Walt Whitman

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You wi — Walt Whitman

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You wi — Walt Whitman

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You wi — Walt Whitman

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You wi — Walt Whitman

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You wi — Walt Whitman

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You wi — Walt Whitman

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You wi — Walt Whitman

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You wi — Walt Whitman

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You wi — Walt Whitman

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You wi — Walt Whitman

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You wi — Walt Whitman

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You wi — Walt Whitman

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You wi — Walt Whitman

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You wi — Walt Whitman

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You wi — Walt Whitman

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You wi — Walt Whitman

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You wi — Walt Whitman

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You wi — Walt Whitman

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You wi — Walt Whitman

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You wi — Walt Whitman

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You wi — Walt Whitman

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You wi — Walt Whitman

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You wi — Walt Whitman

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You wi — Walt Whitman

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You wi — Walt Whitman

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You will hardly know who I am or what I meanBut I shall be good health to you nonethelessAnd filter and fibre your blood.

— Walt Whitman

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