Poland, France, Judea ran in her veins,
Singing to Paris for bread, singing to Gotham in a fizz at the pop of a bottle’s cork.
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No one man owned her! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
I do admire and enjoy reading Carl Sandberg's poems but this one is a bit of a disappointment.
No one owned. Amazing papers are seen. Amazing and brilliant poem! ..10