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Carl Sandburg - People Who Must
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I painted on the roof of a skyscraper. 
I painted a long while and called it a day`s work. 
The people on the corner swarmed and the traffic cop`s whistle never let up all afternoon. 
They were the same as bugs, many bugs on their way— 
These people on the go or at a standstill; 
And the traffic cop a spot of blue, a splinter of brass, 
Where the black tids ran around him 
And he kept the street. I painted a long while 
And called it a day`s work.
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