As I sit writing here, sick and grown old,
Not my least burden is that dullness of the years, querilities,
Ungracious glooms, aches, lethargy, constipation, whimpering ennui ,
May filter in my daily songs.
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As I Sit Writing Here
by Walt Whitman
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