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by Carl Sandburg, 1916

Why shall I keep the old name?
 What is a name anywhere anyway?
 A name is a cheap thing all fathers and mothers leave each child:
 A job is a job and I want to live, so
 Why does God Almighty or anybody else care whether I take a new name to go by?

Published in Chicago Poems

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