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Carl Sandburg - Fire-LogsCarl Sandburg - Fire-Logs
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Nancy Hanks dreams by the fire; Dreams, and the logs sputter, And the yellow tongues climb. Red lines lick their way in flickers. Oh, sputter, logs.       Oh, dream, Nancy. Time now for a beautiful child. Time now for a tall man to come.
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