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Upstairs

by Carl Sandburg, 1918

I too have a garret of old playthings.
 I have tin soldiers with broken arms upstairs.
 I have a wagon and the wheels gone upstairs.
 I have guns and a drum, a jumping-jack and a magic lantern.
 And dust is on them and I never look at them upstairs.
 I too have a garret of old playthings.

Published in Cornhuskers
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