Poems ✍️
  30.09.2025
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Author: Carl Sandburg

Five Towns On The B. & O.

BY day ... tireless smokestacks ... hungry smoky shanties hanging to the slopes
... crooning: We get by, that's all.
By night ... all lit up ... fire-gold bars, fire-gold flues ... and the shanties shaking
in clumsy shadows ... almost the hills shaking ... all crooning: By God, we're
going to find out or know why.


  smokestacks Night Shadows hills

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