This poem describes imagery to me within the first few sentences saying the smells of fall and boiled down beets. It’s like I could almost feel it and imagine it.
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Edited: Jan 14, 2020
In Defense Of Small Towns: Imagery
In Defense Of Small Towns: Imagery
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