Pass along poem activity
This was the end result as I made the last revision to a poem begun by another classmate and edited by another:
The Year I Escaped
Wind whipping
Grinding the taut face
Squinting eyes, knuckles white
Jarring bones constant
No heat, cold, worry
No thoughts, no stress.
Only dependency on
Me.
My pain, injury,
Miscalculation
Leading to loss
Left with
Me.
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