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Desolate and lone All night long on the lake Where fog trails and mist creeps, The whistle of a boat Calls and cries unendingly, Like some lost child In tears and trouble Hunting the harbor's breast And the harbor's eyes.
Carl Sandburg
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Read poems about / on: hunting, fog, child, lost, night, children
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