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
Thursday, July 10, 2008
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