happiness accordion


One day recently my mom and I had a discussion about accordions. She has and used to play an accordion. She saw a program on tv about Petosa Accordions of Seattle. And not a day later I talked to someone who collects accordions. All I could think of was this poem by Carl Sandburg.

-Carl Sandburg
I asked the professors who teach the meaning of life to tell
me what is happiness.
And I went to famous executives who boss the work of
thousands of men.
They all shook their heads and gave me a smile as though
I was trying to fool with them
And then one Sunday afternoon I wandered out along
the Desplaines river
And I saw a crowd of Hungarians under the trees with
their women and children and a keg of beer and an

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