Weeds

Carl SandburgCarl Sandburg

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FROM the time of the early radishes
To the time of the standing corn
Sleepy Henry Hackerman hoes.
  
There are laws in the village against weeds.
The law says a **** is wrong and shall be killed.
The weeds say life is a white and lovely thing
And the weeds come on and on in irrepressible regiments.
Sleepy Henry Hackerman hoes; and the village law uttering a ban on weeds is unchangeable law.
Carl Sandburg
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Carl Sandburg

1878 - 1967/Male/AmericanA poet, writer, and editor known for his contemporary literature.

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