Gift Run
By: Amanda, Veronica, Natalya, Kyle, Amber
Those tongues whisper like symphony
They spring under delirious worship
when death screams
she will leave
and soar on black wind
Pounding chains
with thousands
rose and shadow ache
Time hit their feet
like an iron sea.
Welcome to the blog for Prof. John Talbird's English 220 class. The purpose of this site is two-fold: 1) to continue the conversations we start in class (or to start conversations before we get to class) and 2) to practice our writing/reading on a weekly basis in an informal forum.
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