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Many Leaves

Oh wondrous Walt, how many leaves were cut, bagged and mulched before we were allowed to come and smell the lilacs in your yard?

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Richard Lamoureux

Date: 12/3/2014 4:12:00 PM

I love intelligent writing, this piece certainly fits the description.

David Brown
Date: 12/3/2014 4:40:00 PM

Thank you very much, sir.

Eileen Manassian

Date: 11/30/2014 12:50:00 AM

:) Walt Wittman....What a lovely poem this is, but true...the did need paper and lots of trees were "sacrificed" before we got to read those lines. You are very ingenious with this write.

David Brown
Date: 11/30/2014 2:02:00 PM

Hi Eileen, you are correct, indeed. I read somewhere that Mr Whitman spent 40 years writing and rewriting the book before he felt it ready for sharing...such dedication and I suppose, perfectionism is the basis for many wonders in the world of human endeavor. Thank you for you very kind words as always.