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Weeds

by Carl Sandburg, 1920

From the time of the early radishes
 To the time of the standing corn
 Sleepy Henry Hackerman hoes.

 There are laws in the village against weeds.
 The law says a weed is wrong and shall be killed.
 The weeds say life is a white and lovely thing
 And the weeds come on and on in irrepressible regiments.
 Sleepy Henry Hackerman hoes; and the village law uttering a ban on weeds is unchangeable law.

Published in Smoke and Steel
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