Ernest Hemingway's solution
Is really simple.
As life is taking him into trouble
And trouble and more trouble,
He still finds himself in the sun
Before he ate the bullet of his
favored gun.
I was really shocked, but at the same time pleased to be a member of Ms. H's blog group. I was organizing my old stuffs moments ago when I found my reading journal. It was the last project we had in our American Lit., and nostalgic memories came rushing to me. This one is a poem(?) that I included in my journal. -jb
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i think this poem is sarcastic enough to discuss suicide in a very lighthearted manner.
this seems to be an advice given to an enemy. :)
Way to go, juh! The first time I read this poetic attempt in your reading journal, I knew right away you have the potential. Keep on writing. -H.
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