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<p>With open eyes the sleeping houses stare at the Park:<br />
And among nude boughs the slumbering hanging moons are gazing:<br />
And somnambulant drops of melting snow glide from the roofs and patter on the pave...<br />
I in a dream draw the echoes of my footfall silvery sharp...
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<p>With the brain at the wheel<br />
The eye on the road<br />
And the hand to the left<br />
Pleasant be your progress<br />
Explorer producer stoic after your fashion<br />
Change<br />
Change to<br />
To what speed to what underwear<br />
Here is a town here a mill<br />
Nothing surprizes you old horseface<br />
Guzzle guzzle goes the siren<br />
And the world will learn to admire and applaud your concern <br />
with the parts your firmness with employees and your justice to your friends.<br />
Your pride will not be overridden<br />
Your faith will go unmortified.
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T
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<p>Within a few minutes after we had started from Iowa City and a considerable number of dead animals, apparently casualties from passing motor cars, had been encountered in the road, it occurred to us that an enumeration and actual count of those that we might yet come upon during the remainder of the tour would be of interest. Accordingly, we undertook to do this on both the going and return trip which, although not over the same routes in their entirety, were of exactly the same length.
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<p>Within a mile after starting again, we forded the river where we might have had trouble after dark, and came to Medicine Bow. We had trouble through this section with the high road centers. The roads were sixty inches wide while our car was fifty-six inches, the regulation width, and the ruts were worn deep by wagon wheels so our flywheel did not always clear the ground beneath.
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<p>Words so sweet and words of leaven,<br />
Are those of Mother, Home and Heaven.<br />
When these we learn and get them clear,<br />
No more divorce we then will fear.
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T
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<p>Work, Laugh and Love! Thus only can<br />
The trembling spirit hold,<br />
Its journey true across the span<br />
Of years that doth unfold,<br />
Amid earth's barren scenery<br />
Until life's tale is told!
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B
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<p>Yankees are what they always were.<br />
Don’t think Brown ever gave up hope<br />
Of getting home again because<br />
He couldn’t climb that slippery slope;
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T
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<p>Years of the Modern! Propulsions toward what capes?<br />
But thou, <i>Panis Angelicus,</i> hast thou not seen<br />
And passed that Barrier that none escapes—<br />
But knows it leastwise as death-strife?—O, something green,<br />
Beyond all sesames of science was thy choice<br />
Wherewith to bind us throbbing with one voice,<br />
New integers of Roman, Viking, Celt—<br />
Thou, Vedic Caesar, to the greensward knelt!
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<p>You and I in the night, spied on by stars...<br />
You and I in the belovéd night... <br />
You and I within these walls.
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R
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<p>You are delicate strangers<br />
In a gloomy town,<br />
Stared at and hated—<br />
Gold crocus blossoms in a drab lane.
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C
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<p>You are useless. We live.<br />
We await great events.<br />
We are spread through this earth.<br />
We protect our strong race.<br />
You are useless.<br />
Your cell takes the place<br />
of our young future strength.
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T
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<p>You may have your blooded speeding horse,<br />
We have given him up without remorse.<br />
The glory that all the nerves can feel,<br />
Is in a Six Studebaker wheel.
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K
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<p>You wonder how it was our fate,<br />
To hear so much that night so late.<br />
You can easy do such little tricks,<br />
With the Silent Studebaker Six.
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I
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<p>Your goose it lays a golden egg,<br />
Marks up your interest just a peg,<br />
But feed, you must, your goose of old,<br />
If you would get your egg of gold.
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X
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<p>Yours you say were parents to avoid, avoid then if you please <br />
Do the reverse on all occasion till you catch the same disease.
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G
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<p>Yours you say were parents to avoid, avoid then if you please <br />
Do the reverse on all occasion till you catch the same disease.
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D
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<p>a doll wired<br />
to the radiator of his<br />
ZOOM DOOM
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S
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<p>again slo-wly;bare,ly nudg. ing(my
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<p>an elderly man who<br />
smiled and looked away
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P
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<p>and Bluebeard’s Tower above the coral reefs,<br />
the magic mousetrap closing on all points of the compass,<br />
capping like petrified surf the furious azure of the bay,<br />
where there is no dust, and life is like a lemon leaf,<br />
a green piece of tough translucent parchment, <br />
where the crimson, the copper, and the Chinese vermilion of the poincianas<br />
set fire to the masonry and turquoise blues refute the clock;<br />
this dungeon with odd notions of hospitality,<br />
with its “chessmen carved out of moonstones,”<br />
its mockingbirds, fringed lilies, and hibiscus,<br />
its black butterflies with blue half circles on their wings,<br />
tan goats with onyx ears, its lizards glittering and without thickness,
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