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American Gothic

Rating: 2.9

If we see better through tiny,
grim glasses, we like to wear
tiny, grim glasses.
Our parents willed us this
view. It's tundra? We love it.

We travel our kind of
Renaissance: barnfuls of hay,
whole voyages of corn, and
a book that flickers its
halo in the parlor.

Poverty plus confidence equals
pioneers. We never doubted.

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Edward Kofi Louis 28 May 2020

Hope! ! " Poverty plus confidence" ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Dr Antony Theodore 28 May 2020

We travel our kind of Renaissance: barnfuls of hay, whole voyages of corn, and a book that flickers its halo in the parlor. beautiful poem. tony

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Mahtab Bangalee 28 May 2020

Poverty + confidence = pioneers......amazing equation

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