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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

(usually a mass noun) Lodging in a dwelling or similar living quarters afforded to travellers in hotels or on cruise ships, or prisoners, etc.

Writers often choose accommodation when discussing complex ideas.

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HARLEM NIGHT CLUB

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Langston Hughes·1901–1967·Harlem Renaissance
leek black boys in a cabaret.Jazz-band, jazz-band,—Play, plAY, PLAY!Tomorrow....who knows?Dance today! White girls’ eyesCall gay black boys.Black boys’ lipsGrin jungle joys. Dark brown girlsIn blond men’s arms.Jazz-band, jazz-band,—Sing Eve’s charms! White ones, brown ones,What do you knowAbout tomorrowWhere all paths go? Jazz-boys, jazz-boys,—Play, plAY, PLAY!Tomorrow....is darkness.Joy today!