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How Much

by Carl Sandburg, 1920

How much do you love me, a million bushels?
 Oh, a lot more than that, Oh, a lot more.

 And to-morrow maybe only half a bushel?
 To-morrow maybe not even a half a bushel.

 And is this your heart arithmetic?
 This is the way the wind measures the weather.

Published in Smoke and Steel

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