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Walt Whitman

I believe in the flesh and the appetites,
Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.

Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touch’d from,
The scent of these arm-pits aroma finer than prayer,
This head more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds.

― Walt Whitman, from “Song of Myself XXIV,” Leaves of Grass. Originally published: July 4, 1855.  

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