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Haunts

by Carl Sandburg, 1918

There are places I go when I am strong.
 One is a marsh pool where I used to go
             with a long-ear hound-dog.
 One is a wild crabapple tree; I was there
       a moonlight night with a girl.
 The dog is gone; the girl is gone; I go to these
       places when there is no other place to go.

Published in Cornhuskers
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