1933
Whole countries hover, oblivious on the edge
of history and in Cleveland the lake
already is dying. None of this matters
to my mother at seven, awakened from sleep
-Lynda Hull
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Poem of the Day: 1933
12/16/2008 by Nina Alvarez
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