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by Carl Sandburg, 1916

Everybody loved Chick Lorimer in our town.
             Far off
         Everybody loved her.
 So we all love a wild girl keeping a hold
         On a dream she wants.
 Nobody knows now where Chick Lorimer went.
 Nobody knows why she packed her trunk .. a few old things
 And is gone,
             Gone with her little chin
             Thrust ahead of her
             And her soft hair blowing careless
             From under a wide hat,
 Dancer, singer, a laughing passionate lover.

 Were there ten men or a hundred hunting Chick?
 Were there five men or fifty with aching hearts?
         Everybody loved Chick Lorimer.
             Nobody knows where she’s gone.

Published in Chicago Poems

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