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Time is a sandpile we run our fingers in.

Carl Sandburg

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Carl Sandburg
Age: 89 †
Born: 1878
Born: January 6
Died: 1967
Died: July 22
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Carl August Sandburg
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Poetry is any page from a sketchbook of outlines of a doorknob with thumb-prints of dust, blood, dreams.
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Poetry is a section of river-fog and moving boat-lights, delivered between bridges and whistles, so one says, 'Oh!' and another, 'How?'
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The simple dignity of a child drinking a bowl of milk embodies the fascination of an ancient rite.
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Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.
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Nearly all the best things that came to me in life have been unexpected, unplanned by me.
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Faith is indispensable, and the world at times does not seem to have quite enough of it. It can and has accomplished what seems to be the impossible. Wars have been started and men and nations lost for the lack of it. Faith starts from the individual and builds men and nations. America was built by and on the faith of our ancestors.
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I am! I have come through! I belong!
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Be careful with your words, once they are said, they can only be forgiven, not forgotten.
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What is there more of in the world than anything else? Ends.
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Why does a hearse horse snicker, hauling a lawyer away?
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Life goes before we know what it is. / One fool is enough in any house. / Even God gets tired of too much hallelujah. / Take it easy and live long as brothers.
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The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal scavenger slang and has no respect.
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Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your head.
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There is no song to your singing.
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a women is like a tea bag.it's only when she is in hot water that you realize how strong she is.
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The people know what the land knows.
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Under the harvest moon, When the soft silver Drips shimmering Over the garden nights, Death, the gray mocker, Comes and whispers to you As a beautiful friend Who remembers.
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I couldn't see myself filling some definite niche in what is called a career. This was all misty.
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