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by Carl Sandburg, 1920

Early May, after cold rain the sun baffling cold wind.
 Irish setter pup finds a corner near the cellar door, all sun and no wind,
 Cuddling there he crosses forepaws and lays his skull
 Sideways on this pillow, dozing in a half-sleep,
 Browns of hazel nut, mahogany, rosewood, played off against each other on his paws and head.

Published in Smoke and Steel

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