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Fire-Logs

By Carl Sandburg

 NANCY HANKS dreams by the fire;
Dreams, and the logs sputter,
And the yellow tongues climb.
Red lines lick their way in flickers.
Oh, sputter, logs.
 Oh, dream, Nancy.
Time now for a beautiful child.
Time now for a tall man to come.

Form: Free verse

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