Thursday, April 22, 2010

The Refugees Comments

Rating: 2.7

MOTHER, the poplars cross the moon;
The road runs on, so white and far,
We shall not reach the city soon:
Oh, tell me where we are!”
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Grace Hazard Conkling
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Liyo Denorte 22 April 2010

interesting. i’m quite moved by the conversation between the mother and the child.

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Grace Hazard Conkling

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