Celebration

I celebrate myself, and sing myself

Walt Whitman

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here on this bridge between
starshine and clay,
my one hand holding tight
my other hand; come celebrate
with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed.

—Lucille Clifton

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This is my life
It's not what it was before
All these feelings I've shared
And these are my dreams
That I've never lived before
Somebody shake me, 'cause I
I must be sleeping

Staind

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These are days
you’ll remember

10,000 Maniacs

Won’t you celebrate me practice

Poem: won’t you celebrate with me

Poem: Song of Myself

Celebration poems

Celebration