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Fish Crier

I KNOW a Jew fish crier down on Maxwell Street with a
Voice like a north wind blowing over corn stubble
In January.
He dangles herring before prospective customers evincing
A joy identical with that of Pavlowa dancing.
His face is that of a man terribly glad to be selling fish,
Terribly glad that God made fish, and customers to
Whom he may call his wares, from a pushcart.


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Poem Fish Crier - Carl Sandburg