| Carl Sandburg (18781967). Chicago Poems. 1916. |
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| 122. Jungheimers |
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| IN western fields of corn and northern timber lands, | |
| They talk about me, a saloon with a soul, | |
| The soft red lights, the long curving bar, | |
| The leather seats and dim corners, | |
| Tall brass spittoons, a nigger cutting ham, | 5 |
| And the painting of a woman half-dressed thrown reckless across a bed after a night of booze and riots. | |
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