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by Carl Sandburg, 1918

Let me be monosyllabic to-day, O Lord.
 Yesterday I loosed a snarl of words on a fool,
         on a child.
 To-day, let me be monosyllabic... a crony of old men
         who wash sunlight in their fingers and
         enjoy slow-pacing clocks.

Published in Cornhuskers

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