Ode to the Gnat
The carbon dioxide that we exhale is what you seek,
The blood that pulses through our veins is what you eat.
You're so lovable in an intolerable way, and wind is your only enemy
To push you away. Man, I wish I had a breeze.
Ode to the Gnat
The carbon dioxide that we exhale is what you seek,
The blood that pulses through our veins is what you eat.
You're so lovable in an intolerable way, and wind is your only enemy
To push you away. Man, I wish I had a breeze.
To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
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