Friday, April 09, 2010

Whitman's First Poem

I love you: Spiders you mother
you airplanes don't fly (junk)!
sticks aren't real, now leaves don't exist.
Trees die every day. Is a myth and
Ghostes don't exist.
That's a myth.
Fences aren't real, but people don't like fences.
--Whitman 2/28/2010 (age 4)

as recorded by our friend Matthew, at one of our Sunday brunches.

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