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Carl August Sandburg was an American film critic, poet, historian, novelist, balladeer, and folklorist.
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Carl Sandburg's poems
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Maybe he believes me, maybe not.
Maybe I can marry him, maybe not.
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 3 |
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Among the red guns,
In the hearts of soldiers
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Rating: 3.50
Votes: 2 |
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Let us be honest; the lady was not a harlot until she
married a corporation lawyer who picked her from
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Rating: 0.00
Votes: 0 |
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Momus is the name men give your face,
The brag of its tone, like a long low steamboat whistle
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Rating: 0.00
Votes: 0 |
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Stuff of the moon
Runs on the lapping sand
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Rating: 0.00
Votes: 0 |
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The dago shovelman sits by the railroad track
Eating a noon meal of bread and bologna.
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1 |
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Red drips from my chin where I have been eating.
Not all the blood, nowhere near all, is wiped off my mouth.
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Rating: 3.00
Votes: 1 |
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I am glad God saw Death
And gave Death a job taking care of all who are tired of living:
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1 |
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Open the door now.
Go roll up the collar of your coat
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 2 |
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Why shall I keep the old name?
What is a name anywhere anyway?
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1 |
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Seven nations stood with their hands on the jaws of death.
It was the first week in August, Nineteen Hundred Fourteen.
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Rating: 1.00
Votes: 1 |
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The owl-car clatters along, dogged by the echo
From building and battered paving-stone.
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Rating: 0.00
Votes: 0 |
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Dragoons, I tell you the white hydrangeas turn rust and go soon.
Already mid September a line of brown runs over them.
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Rating: 0.00
Votes: 0 |
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You came from the Aztecs
With a copper on your fore-arms
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1 |
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Here is dust remembers it was a rose
one time and lay in a woman's hair.
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Rating: 0.00
Votes: 0 |
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MAMIE beat her head against the bars of a little Indiana
town and dreamed of romance and big things off
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Rating: 0.00
Votes: 0 |
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Let the crows go by hawking their caw and caw.
They have been swimming in midnights of coal mines somewhere.
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Rating: 0.00
Votes: 0 |
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Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your
head.
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Rating: 3.67
Votes: 9 |
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They offer you many things,
I a few.
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Rating: 4.00
Votes: 2 |
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After the last red sunset glimmer,
Black on the line of a low hill rise,
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Rating: 0.00
Votes: 0 |
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Now the stone house on the lake front is finished and the
workmen are beginning the fence.
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Rating: 0.00
Votes: 0 |
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What is the name you called me?--
And why did you go so soon?
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 2 |
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Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.
Shovel them under and let me work--
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Rating: 4.50
Votes: 2 |
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Little one, you have been buzzing in the books,
Flittering in the newspapers and drinking beer with lawyers
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Rating: 0.00
Votes: 0 |
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Let a joy keep you.
Reach out your hands
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 2 |
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Into the blue river hills
The red sun runners go
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Rating: 0.00
Votes: 0 |
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