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Walt Whitman makes me want to write a poem like him. I love his writing!

Whene’ere I see a pair

Of two

Marching together arms

Linked, smiles united, looks

Confronted and feelings bare

I wonder

            Do those naked arms let forth a cry of shame?

Mine are doing quite the same

Except for linked leaves twining

Growing forth and multiplying

Soft sweet seeds caress the wind

            They were greeting back and forth

Viewing towers from snow capped caverns and sticky

Wet summers wrapped around their souls

            Yes, just the same

With the ordained but squeezed in the middle