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Gone
Everybody loved Chick Lorimer in our town,
Far off
Everybody loved her.
So we all love a wild girl keeping a hold
On a dream she wants.
Nobody knows now where Chick Lorimer went.
Nobody knows why she packed her trunk.
A few old things... and is gone.
One with her little chin
Thrust ahead of her
And her soft hair blowing careless
From under a wide hat,
Dancer, singer, a laughing passionate lover.
Were there ten men or a hundred hunting Chick?
Were there five men or fifty with aching hearts?
Everybody loved Chick Lorimer.
Nobody knows where she's gone. |
| Carl Sandburg |
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| dumb poem |
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| Name: Stephanie | 2005-10-28 |
| i think this poem is not a good poem.. its dose'nt even make sence too me... sorry but GET OVER YOURSELF!!! |
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| Name: Jennifer | 2013-02-23 |
| ? Joel: Yeah, you said so go. Said it with such disdain you know? Clementine: Oh, I'm sorry. Joel: It's ok. Clementine: I wish you had styead. Joel: I wish I had styead to. I swear to god I wish I had styead. I wish I had done a lot of things. I wish... I wish I had styead. Clementine: Joely? What if you styead this time? Joel: I walked out the door. There's no memory left. Clementine: Come back and make up a good-bye at least. Pretend we had one. |
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