| Carl Sandburg (18781967). Chicago Poems. 1916. |
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| 14. A Teamsters Farewell |
| | | Sobs En Route to a Penitentiary |
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| GOOD-BY now to the streets and the clash of wheels and locking hubs, | |
| The sun coming on the brass buckles and harness knobs. | |
| The muscles of the horses sliding under their heavy haunches, | |
| Good-by now to the traffic policeman and his whistle, | |
| The smash of the iron hoof on the stones, | 5 |
| All the crazy wonderful slamming roar of the street | |
| O God, theres noises Im going to be hungry for. | |
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