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Neighbors

 ON Forty First Street
near Eighth Avenue
a frame house wobbles.
If houses went on crutches this house would be one of the cripples.
A sign on the house: Church of the Living God And Rescue Home for Orphan Children.
From a Greek coffee house Across the street A cabalistic jargon Jabbers back.
And men at tables Spill Peloponnesian syllables And speak of shovels for street work.
And the new embankments of the Erie Railroad At Painted Post, Horse’s Head, Salamanca.

Poem by Carl Sandburg
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