Whether his curious crying ever made song or sense.
Carl Sandburg
(Striking from time to time a few notes on a mouth-organ, with a wonderful effect of human brotherhood which does not quite include the East.)
CHICAGO MEMORIES
Grackles, trees—
I been thinkin' 'bout 'em all: I been thinkin' they're all right:
Nothin' much—Gosh, nothin' much against God, even.
God made little apples, a hobo sang in Kankakee,