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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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The giving of credentials.

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The horses fathom a snow to their knees.

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Carl Sandburg·1878–1967
eep your hogs on changing corn and mashes of grain,O farmerman.Cram their insides till they waddle on short legsUnder the drums of bellies, hams of fat.Kill your hogs with a knife slit under the ear.Hack them with cleavers.Hang them with hooks in the hind legs.