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“I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world”.
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because we live in hospital rooms with windows that overlook other hospital rooms where there's other. Todd yelled out, “YAWP” in such a loud and, yes, barbaric manner that students asked him what he thought of the picture of Walt Whitman hanging on the wall.
sounding my barbaric yawp. My name is Katherine and I As the crowd started to leave the room, I couldn't move from my spot. Trapped deep within my own.
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Root of wash'd sweet-flag! The enormous masses of ice pass me and I pass them, the scenery is plain in all directions. I know I have the best of time and space, and was never measured and never will be measured.