A Different Intake

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Poems are not as ambiguous as I thought. Today when I was read another poem by Sylvia Plath, I interpreted completely different from group members. My interpretation was completely contrasting from theirs. It matched Mr. Rease’s in some instances; however, it would be a stretch to call it similar.  I’ve came to an unwavering conclusion that poems are not my forte.

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