I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber,poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys.
I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops?
What price bananas?
Are you my Angel?

Author: Allen Ginsberg

I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber,poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys. <br />I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops?<br />What price bananas? <br />Are you my Angel? - Allen Ginsberg



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