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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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