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The dead they sleep a long, long sleep;
The dead they rest, and their rest is deep;
The dead have peace, but the living weep.

— Samuel Hoffenstein Life Sings a Song (1916)

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Breathes there a man with hide so tough
Who says two sexes aren’t enough?

Poems in Praise of Practically Nothing (1928)

My soul is dark with stormy riot,
Directly traceable to diet.

Year In You're Out (1930)

Your little voice,
So soft and kind;
Your little soul,
Your little mind!

Poems in Praise of Practically Nothing (1928)

Loyal be to loyal friends;
Make them pay you dividends;
Work, like the industrious bee,
Your friends and foes impartially.

Poems in Praise of Practically Nothing (1928)

The apple grows so bright and high,
And ends its days in apple pie.

Poems in Praise of Practically Nothing (1928)

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