On July 27th. Chicago Poet. By Carl Sandburg

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 I  saluted a nobody.

I saw him in a looking- glass

He smiled - so did I.

He crumpled his skin on his forehead, frowning -so did I.

Everything I did he did.

I said, "Hello, I know you."

And I was a liar to say so.

Ah, this looking-glass man!

Liar, fool, dreamer, play-actor,

Soldier, dusty drinker of dust -

Ah! he will go with me

Down the dark stairway

When nobody else is looking,

When everybody else is gone.

He locks his elbow in mine,

I lose all - but not him.

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