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Conciseness is the sister of talent. Tuesday, May 26, 2009. Work for Tuesday and Thursday May 26 and 28. Dear grade 11 class,. 1 Collecting the rest of the books and work from students not present Monday. 2 Time to work on your explication of your poem. This work should once gain be based on the list in your textbook. 4 Andrea needs his copy of Siddhartha. 5 Collect the AFTA essay from the week after Barcelona.
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quot;A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.quot; -Robert FrostCONTENT
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