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SEPTEMBER 1918
Behind me on the darkened pier / They crowd and chatter, man and maid, / A coon-song gently strikes the ear, / A flapper giggles in the shade. / There where the in-turned lantern gleams / It shines on khaki and on brass; / Across its yellow slanting beams / The arm-locked lovers slowly pass.