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Song of Myself by Walt Whitman
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,And what I assume you shall assume,For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul,I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air,Born here of…
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The Quarrel by Eleanor Farjeon
I quarrelled with my brotherI don’t know what about,One thing led to anotherAnd somehow we fell out.The start of it was slight,The end of it was strong,He said he was right,I knew he was wrong! We hated one another.The afternoon turned black.Then suddenly my brotherThumped me on the back,And said, “Oh, come along!We can’t go…