http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png http://gawker.com/tag/waltwhitman http://gawker.com/tag/waltwhitman "America/ Centre of equal daughters, equal sons/ All, all alike endear'd, grown, ungrown, young or old/ Strong, ample, fair, enduring, capable, rich/ Enough to buy some Levi's." Hey, you try making money as a dead poet these days. [via Adfreak]

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