GONE

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.