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Carl Sandburg - Aprons Of Silence
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Many things I might have said today. 
And I kept my mouth shut. 
So many times I was asked 
To come and say the same things 
Everybody was saying, no end 
To the yes-yes, yes-yes, 
me-too, me-too.

The aprons of silence covered me. 
A wire and hatch held my tongue. 
I spit nails into an abyss and listened. 
I shut off the gable of Jones, Johnson, Smith, 
All whose names take pages in the city directory.

I fixed up a padded cell and lugged it around. 
I locked myself in and nobody knew it. 
Only the keeper and the kept in the hoosegow 
Knew it—on the streets, in the post office, 
On the cars, into the railroad station 
Where the caller was calling, "All a-board, 
All a-board for . . . Blaa-blaa . . . Blaa-blaa, 
Blaa-blaa . . . and all points northwest . . .all a-board." 
Here I took along my own hoosegow 
And did business with my own thoughts. 
Do you see? It must be the aprons of silence.
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