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The dead hold in their hands only what they have given away.
Carl Sandburg
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Carl Sandburg
Age: 89 †
Born: 1878
Born: January 6
Died: 1967
Died: July 22
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Lay me on an anvil, O God. Beat me and hammer me into a steel spike.
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God, let me remember all good losers.
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To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damned hard.
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The sea is always the same: and yet the sea always changes.
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Tongues wrangled dark at a man. He buttoned his overcoat and stood alone. In a snowstorm, red hollyberries, thoughts, he stood alone.
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Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.
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Money is power, freedom, a cushion, the root of all evil, the sum of blessings.
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And those who say, I'll try anything once, often try nothing twice, three times, arriving late at the gate of dreams worth dying for.
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All my life I have been trying to learn to read, to see and hear, and to write.
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