FOR him I sing,
(As some perennial tree, out of its roots, the present on the past:)
With time and space I him dilate—and fuse the immortal laws,
To make himself, by them, the law unto himself.
Walt Withman in Famous Poets and Poems
...didn't remember if I had told you that...
or maybe I just want you to remember that...
or something like that... (don't) forget it...
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