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Vedanta j. Schirmer, poet: I truly love emily dickinson's poems. She is like me.
'I'm just an unknown poet And no-one ever knows me.'
Vedanta j. Schirmer, the unknown poet
Sahil : She is the nightingale of USA
Sahil : She is the nightingale of USA
Sahil : Emily Dickinson is one of my favourite poets
Mrs. De-kroon: hey Grace i really like your language features in your poem so far, however you do need to add more comers, and full stops please!! I know its hard, but thats what you need to add to get a higher mark. Keep up the brilliant work Grace you can do this!!! ;)
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Shyra mae regio: Maganda ang story
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Michael: S do I'll try to io


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