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Read MoreIn the first photo the Trump Supporter is happy and waving to the camera’s. He seems calm and fine. He is holding Nancy Pelosi’s lectern/ TheHouse speaker’s podium. He is wearing a Trump hat and has an american flag...
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Read MoreI chose the poem "The good in the evil World" by Rebecca Hazelton. Or, rather, it chose me. The poem intrigued me, yet, at the same time, made me detached. A line that particularly intrigued me is, “Before the...
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Read MoreI remember the paper cuts that I received from composition notebooks I remember the big 64 pack of Crayola crayons I remember getting stains from Crayola markers on my fingers I remember listening to the Beatles ‘Abbey road’ for the first time I...
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Heather commented on the post, Little town
Dear Megan,
I am fascinated by your poem, “Little town,” because it says so much about you. But at the same time it doesn’t reveal much.
One line that stands out for me is, “And family of many generations. ”. I think this line is intriguing because what is it that made them stay.
Another line that stands out for me is, “Littleton remains a p…Read More - Load More Posts
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Dear Heather:
I am loving your poem, “my childhood,” because of how much a can relate to it on a personal level. it makes me reminisce on the past and makes me kinda miss early middle school.
One line that stands out for me is, “I remember getting stains from Crayola markers on my fingers”. I think this line is amusing because this used to happen to me all the time. so much so that I don’t think there was I time that my hands were clear.
Another line that stands out for me is, “I remember playing on the tire weel swing at the park”. I like this line because of how much I can relate to it. a park right near my house has these 2 big trie swings that my 4 friends and I could fit on.
Your poem reminds me of my childhood and it so nice to read.
Thanks for your poem. I look forward to seeing what you make next.