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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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Will fiddle on his bones.

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John Crowe Ransom·1888–1974
rinny Bob is out again,Begging for a dime;Niggers haven’t any souls,Grinning all the time. Jenny and Will go arm in arm,He’s a lucky fellow ; Jenny’s cheeks are pink as rose,Her mother’s cheeks are yellow. War is on, the paper says,Wounds and enemies: 26