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Carl Sandburg - Hats
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HATS, where do you belong?
  what is under you?
  
On the rim of a skyscraper`s forehead
I looked down and saw: hats: fifty thousand hats:
Swarming with a noise of bees and sheep, cattle and waterfalls,
Stopping with a silence of sea grass, a silence of prairie corn.
  Hats: tell me your high hopes.
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