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      <title>Those winter Sundays  by Mika Dzhulai</title>
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      <pubDate>2022-02-04 09:10:36 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>themes</title>
         <author>mdzhulai21</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>&nbsp;a father and son relationship and the two different perspectives the two have&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-02-04 09:12:49 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>tone</title>
         <author>mdzhulai21</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>the tone of regret that the author projects onto the poem, “what did I know, what did I know? Of loves austere and lonely offices”, “no one ever thanked him” <br>the fear and tension of the young boy in the poem, “fearing the chronic angers of that house”<br><br>a sense of loneliness&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-02-04 09:13:07 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>message</title>
         <author>mdzhulai21</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/mdzhulai21/Bookmarks/wish/2029108504</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>a message to appreciate what you have now and don’t take everything for granted because one day it can disappear </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-02-04 09:13:21 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>language </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“weekday weather “ “banked fires blaze”&nbsp;<br>it’s a method of linking words for affect&nbsp;<br><br>“what did I know, what did I know?”<br>the repeating of a word <br><br>“I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.”<br>makes you really hear the noise of the fire crackling<br><br>alliteration, repetition, auditery image&nbsp;<br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-02-04 09:13:31 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>connections with “the dare” </title>
         <author>mdzhulai21</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/mdzhulai21/Bookmarks/wish/2029109106</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>both are stories of young boys who have a poor relationship with their father and experience the “chronic angers” of their homes&nbsp;<br><br>connections to the foster parents or more so fathers, as the poet/boy in the poem has lived his life with a foster father&nbsp; and so has luke Kennedy from “the dare”&nbsp;<br><br>both of these talk about a very realistic thing that happens in the real world <br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>links with the poet</title>
         <author>mdzhulai21</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/mdzhulai21/Bookmarks/wish/2029109466</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>In the first and last stanza of the poem the speaker is talking about his father and how he treats him, the poet himself had a rough time growing up with foster parents and he didn’t see his foster father as a real father and so the line “speaking indifferently to him” and “no one ever thanked him” suggests that he never paid much attention to his fathers work&nbsp;<br><br><a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/robert-hayden">https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/robert-hayden</a></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-02-04 09:14:15 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title></title>
         <author>mdzhulai21</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/mdzhulai21/Bookmarks/wish/2051036652</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XmJYs6PQKVc">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XmJYs6PQKVc</a></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-02-16 14:53:45 UTC</pubDate>
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