In which Tamara ponders culture, the writer's life, and what it was like to grow up in the 1880s.
This poem never fails to get my students foaming at the mouth that "this is not a poem...a kindergartner could do this." tee hee. I'm kind of perverse sometimes.
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This poem never fails to get my students foaming at the mouth that "this is not a poem...a kindergartner could do this." tee hee. I'm kind of perverse sometimes.
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