Song of the open road
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| Walt Whitman |
Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road healthy free the word before me
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune
I myself am good-fortune
Henceforth I whimper no more postpone no more need nothing
Done with indoor complaints libraries querulous criticisms
Strong and content I travel the open road The earth that is sufficient
I do not want the constellation any nearer
I know they are very well where they are
I know they suffice for the who belong to them
(Still here I carry my old delicious burdens
I carry them men and woman I carry them with me wherever I go
I swear it' is impossible for me to get rid of them
I am fill d with them and I will fill them in return )
-Walt Whitman (1819 to 1892)

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