| Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Chicago Poems. 1916. |
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| 123. Gone |
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| 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. | 5 |
| 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 | 10 |
| And her soft hair blowing careless | |
| From under a wide hat, | |
| Dancer, singer, a laughing passionate lover. | |
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| Were there ten men or a hundred hunting Chick? | |
| Were there five men or fifty with aching hearts? | 15 |
| Everybody loved Chick Lorimer. | |
| Nobody knows where she’s gone. | |
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