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October 04, 2007
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from: Mikey Macs
to: The assorted clowns
date: Oct 4, 2007 6:42 AM
subject: F Train
I was sitting on the F-train heading toward Brooklyn last night when these two thuggish looking teenage girls got on my car at Delancy Street. Wasn't really paying any attention until I hear one of them reading one of those 'Poetry in Motion' poems out loud, a Walt Whitman one from 'Leaves of Grass'. You've probably seen it.
"STRANGER! If you, passing, meet me, and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me?
And why should I not speak to you?"
"Who wrote that?"
"Walt Whitman."
"Is he still alive?"
"Nah."
"Probably cause of some dumb shit like that."
Posted by Bree at October 4, 2007 07:12 AM