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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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noun

A coming to; the act of acceding and becoming joined

“a king's accession to a confederacy”

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The story has no connections.

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Carl Sandburg·1878–1967
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he story is nothing but a lot of banjo plinka plankaplunks. The roan horse is young and will learn: the roan horsebuckles into harness and feels the foam on the collarat the end of a haul: the roan horse points fourlegs to the sky and rolls in the red clover: the roanhorse has a rusty jag of hair between the earshanging to a white star between the eyes. In Burlington long agoAnd later again in AshtabulaI said to myself:I wonder how far Ophelia went with Hamlet.What else was there Shakespeare never told?There must have been something.If I go bugs I want to do it like Ophelia.There was class to the way she went out of her head.
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