There was never a child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him to sleep. Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Tuesday, January 24, 2012

“Love of Poetry”

Second grader shared a pearl of poetry that he learned over the weekend. I’m sure from an older sibling that has a love for fine literature. I’m not sure I would be able to do justice to the flow and meter of the verse, so I will just say it started with “The man before me left no paper.” It ended with “Smell my finger.” I am not a literature teacher but I’m sure the style was free verse.
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