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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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Sitting on top of a sorrel horse

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John Crowe Ransom·1888–1974
nd picking the burrs from its matted mane,Saying he thought he’d help me workThat field of corn before the rain; And I never spoke of the dollar a day,It’s no use causing hired men pain,