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Eyes like a lake /
Where a storm-wind roams /
Caught me from under /
The rim of a hat. /
I thought of a midsea wreck /
and bruised fingers clinging /
to a broken state-room door.
Under a Hat Rim. Carl Sandburg, Chicago Poems, 1916.
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