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      <description>Made with wonder</description>
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      <pubDate>2017-03-03 00:08:35 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Practice Poem</title>
         <author>jennifer_wright3</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_wright3/b0lldguo7apz/wish/157521015</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>My daughter washes dishes in the basin,<br><br></div><div>her back to me.<br><br></div><div>The picked and festered bits of her hands <br><br></div><div>must be in agony.<br><br></div><div>I stare at her as she empties the wash water<br><br></div><div>at the roots of Polly’s apple trees.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-03 02:10:29 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Pa&#39;s point of view BLOOPER DOOPER </title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_wright3/b0lldguo7apz/wish/157626664</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>1.} I stare at Billy Joe<strong> </strong><br>2.} While she sits across the table from me <br>3.} While I watch her wash the dishes in the basin</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-03 14:52:31 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Kollin Didier the awesome</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_wright3/b0lldguo7apz/wish/157627267</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>If she could somehow know that Ma and baby Franklin lived on her...<br><br>But it can't be.<br><br><br>She is my daughter.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-03 14:54:05 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Gts.trin</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_wright3/b0lldguo7apz/wish/157627550</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>But it can't be.<br>I'm my father's daughter<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-03 14:54:55 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>the Mexican _savage </title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_wright3/b0lldguo7apz/wish/157628671</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>She can’t be like her mother.</strong></div><div><strong>She is my daughter <br><br>I used to say ,why not put those hands to good use?</strong></div><div><strong>Now i don't even talk about those hands anymore <br><br>She comes home <br>And asks me if i know what Mad Dog’s real name <br>I look at her like if she is talking a different language </strong></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-03 14:57:53 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Rachel D                                        I spend long days digging for the electric- train folks when they can use me, or working at home, nursing along my wheat what here is left of it, or digging the pond. </title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_wright3/b0lldguo7apz/wish/157629229</link>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-03 14:59:29 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Crybaby__1738 </title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_wright3/b0lldguo7apz/wish/157629331</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>I&nbsp; stare at my daughter while i sit across from her at the table, while she washes dishes in the basin, her back to me, I stare at her.</strong></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-03 14:59:46 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Pa&#39;s point of View</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_wright3/b0lldguo7apz/wish/157629500</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Daniel Maxson<br><br><br><strong>We don't talk much. I never was a talker. With my wife died i guess it never changed that. The only time i talk is when i sing&nbsp;</strong></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-03 15:00:13 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Crybaby1738</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_wright3/b0lldguo7apz/wish/157629747</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>i rub my eyes the way she does with my palms out Ma never did that. And i wipe the milk from my upper lip same as her, with my thumb and fro finger Ma never did that either. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-03 15:00:56 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Elliot M.</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_wright3/b0lldguo7apz/wish/157629835</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>My voice starts and stops,</strong></div><div><strong>Like a car short of gas,</strong></div><div><strong>Like an engine choked with dust</strong></div><div><strong>But then I clear my throat</strong></div><div><strong>And I sing again<br>I rub my eyes the way my daughter does with my palm out.</strong></div><div><strong>Ma never did that.</strong></div><div><strong>I wipe the milk from my upper lip with my thumb and forefinger</strong></div><div><strong>Just like my daughter did</strong></div><div><strong>But Ma never did that either</strong></div><div><strong>I don’t talk to my daughter much</strong></div><div><strong>I was never a talker</strong></div><div><strong>Ma’s dying has changed that.</strong></div><div><strong>I get the sound from the song I sing</strong></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-03 15:01:14 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Calvin the fun</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_wright3/b0lldguo7apz/wish/157630050</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>I can’t help thinking how it is for Billie Joe, without Ma.<br>Waking up alone, only my shape left in the bed, outlined by dust.<br>I always smelled a little like her first thing in the morning</strong></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-03 15:01:53 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>thereal_lilb0y.Braylon._</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_wright3/b0lldguo7apz/wish/157630323</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Papa stares at me, maybe he is looking for Ma. Unfortunately he won't find her. I look exactly like him, I stand exactly like him, I walk across the kitchen floor with that long-legged walk oh his.<br>I can’t make myself over the way Ma did. And yet, if I could look in the mirror and see her in my face. If i could somehow how that Ma and baby Franklin lived on in me...<br>But it can’t be. I'm my father’s daughter.</strong></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-03 15:02:47 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>who dat</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_wright3/b0lldguo7apz/wish/157630499</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>She can’t make herself like ma did.And yet if she could look in the mirror and see ma</strong></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-03 15:03:22 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>King_Cam</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_wright3/b0lldguo7apz/wish/157630658</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>1{<strong>Being without half the family billie jo wouldn't be so sad,bellie jo was stressing over the crane berry sauce that she knew id love.<br>2{I spent long days digging for the eletric-train folks when they could geta hold of me, im still trying to keep the wheat and animals.<br>3{I was hired at a wireless power on tuesday evacuating for towers.</strong></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-03 15:03:52 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>yk.lyricccc</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>1</strong> <strong>I stare at Billie Jo while I sit across from her 2</strong> <strong>I spend long days digging for the electric train folks when they can use me 3</strong> <strong>I sing sometimes under my breath even now,even after so much sorrow.&nbsp;<br></strong><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-03 15:04:41 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Alyssa</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_wright3/b0lldguo7apz/wish/157631497</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>I spend my long days digging for electric-train folk, when they can use me, or working at home , nursing along the wheat, what there is of it, or digging the pond.&nbsp;</strong></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-03 15:06:24 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Crybaby__1738</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_wright3/b0lldguo7apz/wish/158039259</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>If she could somehow know that Ma and baby Franklin lived on her...<br>But No <br>She is my daughter.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-06 14:53:10 UTC</pubDate>
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