Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orc — Walt Whitman, The Complete Poems
Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orc — Walt Whitman, The Complete Poems
Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orc — Walt Whitman, The Complete Poems
Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orc — Walt Whitman, The Complete Poems
Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orc — Walt Whitman, The Complete Poems
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Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orc

— Walt Whitman, The Complete Poems
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