This is a place where poetry flies free in the wind. It is able to roam without any gates or fences to trap it. The world is the poetry's domain and there is no telling where it will end up. It is your duty to allow that the poetry grows up nice and strong here at The Ghetto Blaster, so that it too one day can become one of these free-roaming poems somewhere on the horizon. God Bless, and goodnight America.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
READ ME!
My Response Journal #7 is on the appropriate page Mrs. Cardona. I thought this would be a helpful reminder in case you forgot and then ended up giving me a zero on it after i had left and had no chance of sticking up for myself.
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