The Poetic Rabbit
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This work by Tawnya Smith is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
What I’ve Never Forgotten:“If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?” ― Emily Dickinson, Selected Letters
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