In the depths of Butler 210, a menage of book titles begged to be sculpted into a magnificent poem. It’s like they knew it was (almost) National Poetry Month! The claws of my son, A long black dragon, Divide rice by memory. Those perilous hands and my Memories on reform are Today’s revolution against Dragons […]
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