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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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With loathing too his name is named.”

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John Crowe Ransom·1888–1974
dragged him over the soft brown dirtAnd dumped him down beside the shed. I thought of the prayers the fool had prayedTo his God, and I was seeing red,