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The Secret Lives of Cats


I just noticed something. If you append the phrase
"And not a single fuck was given that day" to the end
of Walt Whitman's poems, they make a lot more sense.

Here's an example I picked pseudo-randomly:

The Calming Thought of All
That coursing on, whate'er men's speculations,
Amid the changing schools, theologies, philosophies,
Amid the bawling presentations new and old,
The round earth's silent vital laws, facts, modes continue.
And not a single fuck was given that day.

---Walt Whitman

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