COME you, cartoonists, | |
Hang on a strap with me here | |
At seven o’clock in the morning | |
On a Halsted street car. | |
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Take your pencils | |
And draw these faces. | |
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Try with your pencils for these crooked faces, | |
That pig-sticker in one corner—his mouth— | |
That overall factory girl—her loose cheeks. | |
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Find for your pencils | |
A way to mark your memory | |
Of tired empty faces. | |
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After their night’s sleep, | |
In the moist dawn | |
And cool daybreak, | |
Faces | |
Tired of wishes, | |
Empty of dreams.
Carl Sandburg, Chicago Poems, 1916 | |
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