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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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verb

To make to agree or correspond; to suit one thing to another; to adjust.

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On the yellow part of the map.

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Sylvia Plath·1932–1963
n the orange part of the map, On the bright orange part of the map,Are a million microscopic cars, A million million microscopic cars.Red blink the little stop-signs,