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Two Strangers Breakfast

Two Strangers Breakfast

THE LAW says you and I belong to each other, George.
The law says you are mine and I am yours, George.
And there are a million miles of white snowstorms, a million furnaces of hell,
Between the chair where you sit and the chair where I sit.
The law says two strangers shall eat breakfast together after nights on the horn of an Arctic moon.



Poem Two Strangers Breakfast - Carl Sandburg