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<em>5.</em><em> </em><em>Employed</em><em> </em><em>references</em><em> </em><em>to</em><em> </em><em>diverse</em><em> </em><em>cultures</em><em>,</em><em> </em><em>belief</em><em> </em><em>systems</em><em> </em><em>and</em><em> </em><em>histories</em><em> </em>
<em>6</em><em>.</em><em> </em><em>"</em><em>Convivially</em><em> </em><em>returning</em><em> </em><em>with</em><em> </em><em>himself</em><em>,</em><em> </em><em>Again</em><em> </em><em>he</em><em> </em><em>raised</em><em> </em><em>the</em><em> </em><em>jug</em><em> </em><em>up</em><em> </em><em>to the</em><em> </em><em>light,</em><em>"</em><em> </em>
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The real-life Annabelle story began in 1970 when a 28-year-old nurse received the Raggedy Ann doll as a birthday gift from her mom. She put the rag doll on her bed and began to notice it changing positions. A leg would be crossed, or the doll would be lying on its side. According to the Warrens, a student nurse was given the doll in 1968. They say the doll behaved strangely, and that a psychic medium told the student that the doll was inhabited by the spirit of a deceased girl named "Annabelle".
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say the main character is you like because the protagonist is the main character
Dove-twirl in the tall grass. End-of-summer glaze next door On the gloves and split ends of the conked magnolia tree. Work sounds: truck back-up-beep, wood tin-hammer, cicada, fire horn
<span>A. Poetry of Place</span>
My birthplace vanished, my citizenship earned, in league with stones of the earth, Ienter, without retreat or help from history, the days of no day, my earth of no earth, I re-enter the city in which I love you. And I never believed that the multitude of dreams and many words were vain.
D. Poetry of Family
On the days when the rest have failed you, let this much be yours— flies, dust, an unnameable odor, the two waiting baskets: one for the lemons and passion, the other for all you have lost. Both empty, it will come to your shoulder, breathe slowly against your bare arm. If you offer it hay, it will eat. Offered nothing, it will stand as long as you ask. The little bells of the bridle will hang beside you quietly, in the heat and the tree's thin shade. Do not let its sparse mane deceive you, or the way the left ear swivels into dream. This too is a gift of the gods. Calm and complete.
B. Poetry of Spirit
When the black snake flashed onto the morning road, and the truck could not swerve— death, that is how it happens. Now he lies looped and useless as an old bicycle tire. I stop the car and carry him into the bushes.
C. Poetry of Nature
Yes, Martin luther king was a patriot
