EVERYBODY loved Chick Lorimer in our town.
Far off
Everybody loved her. So we all love a wild girl keeping a hold On a dream she wants. Nobody knows now where Chick Lorimer went. Nobody knows why she packed her trunk. . a few
old things And is gone,
Gone with her little chin
Thrust ahead of her
And her soft hair blowing careless
From under a wide hat, Dancer, singer, a laughing passionate lover. Were there ten men or a hundred hunting Chick? Were there five men or fifty with aching hearts?
Everybody loved Chick Lorimer.
Nobody knows where she’s gone.
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Chicago: Carl Sandburg, "Gone," Chicago Poems Original Sources, accessed July 1, 2025, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=KQBHXCM7ITX7TE3.
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