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“Purple Martins” by Carl Sandburg

10,000 Birds

Before I delve into details about the poem I should probably share it with you so we have a text in common: Purple Martins If we were such and so, the same as these, maybe we too would be slingers and sliders, tumbling half over in the water mirrors, tumbling half over at the horse heads of the sun, tumbling our purple numbers.

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