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Five Towns on the B. & O

by Carl Sandburg, 1920

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.

Published in Smoke and Steel

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