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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

Agreement; harmony; conformity; compliance.

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God keep you your high hats

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John Crowe Ransom·1888–1974
ith a knot in his bosomAnd a bee in his brains,He goes full of picturesAround the flat lanes. His breeches are patchy,His shirt full of thread,