When I was in school, I hated poetry. That is, until my eighth grade (that was about 1970) English teacher, Miss Insinnia*, pointed out that the lyrics to popular songs are actually poems. Since then, I've been paying attention to the words, if I can hear/understand them.
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April Come She Will - This morning I stepped out of my front door and felt the cold air. August is almost over, it's the 30th. My daughter, Caitlin, goes off to college again this morning. We've had a really good summer (2005), running together. It's been so nice having her with us... (more)
* I heard that Miss Insinnia (my 8th grade English teacher in 1970-1971) kept teaching at Columbia Junior High School for another 32 years, finally retiring in 2003. If she taught 5 English classes every year with 30 kids in each class, then that's nearly 5000 kids who had a really great teacher!
Freecreditreport.com TV Commercial, which includes a poem telling the story of a man relegated to the role of reluctant restaurant singer.