Resist much, obey little. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Resist much, obey little. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Resist much, obey little. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Resist much, obey little. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Resist much, obey little. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Resist much, obey little. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Resist much, obey little. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Resist much, obey little. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Resist much, obey little. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Resist much, obey little. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Resist much, obey little. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Resist much, obey little. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Resist much, obey little. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Resist much, obey little. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Resist much, obey little. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Resist much, obey little. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Resist much, obey little. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Resist much, obey little. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Resist much, obey little. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Resist much, obey little. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Resist much, obey little. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Resist much, obey little. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Resist much, obey little. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Resist much, obey little. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Resist much, obey little. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Resist much, obey little. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Resist much, obey little. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Resist much, obey little. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Resist much, obey little. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Resist much, obey little. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
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Resist much, obey little.

— Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
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