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Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Poems of Carl Sandburg

221. Loam 1/3/2003
222. Localities 1/3/2003
223. Loin Cloth 1/27/2014
224. Long Guns 1/27/2014
225. Losers 1/27/2014
226. Losses 1/3/2003
227. Lost 1/3/2003
228. Love Beyond Keeping 1/27/2014
229. Mag 1/3/2003
230. Mamie 1/3/2003
231. Mammy Hums 1/27/2014
232. Man, The Man-Hunter 1/27/2014
233. Manitoba Childe Roland 1/1/2004
234. Manual System 1/3/2003
235. Manufactured Gods 1/27/2014
236. Margaret 1/3/2003
237. Mascots 1/27/2014
238. Mask 1/3/2003
239. Masses 1/3/2003
240. Maybe 1/3/2003

Silver Nails

A man was crucified. He came to the city a stranger,
was accused, and nailed to a cross. He lingered hanging.
Laughed at the crowd. "The nails are iron," he
said, "You are cheap. In my country when we crucify
we use silver nails. . ." So he went jeering. They
did not understand him at first. Later they talked about
him in changed voices in the saloons, bowling alleys, and
churches. It came over them every man is crucified
only once in his life and the law of humanity dictates

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