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Stephen Crane

I looked here;

I looked there;

Nowhere could I see my love.

And--this time--

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verb

To make to agree or correspond; to suit one thing to another; to adjust.

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FALLTIME

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Carl Sandburg·1878–1967
op of a ripe oat straw, gold of a southwest moon,Canada thistle blue and flimmering larkspur blue,Tomatoes shining in the October sun with red hearts,Shining five and six in a row on a wooden fence, Why do you keep wishes on your faces all day long, Wishes like women with half-forgotten lovers going tonew cities? What is there for you in the birds, the birds, the birds,crying down on the north wind in September, acresof birds spotting the air going south? Is there something finished? And some new beginningon the way?