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Poetry Library

— 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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The attic wasps went missing by like bullets.

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Robert Frost·1874–1963
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was soon satisfied for the time being. All the way home I kept rememberingThe small book in my pocket. It was there.The poetess had sighed, I knew, in heavenAt having eased her heart of one more copy--Legitimately. My demand upon her,Though slight, was a demand. She felt the tug.In time she would be rid of all her books.
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