We read some poems in class today by a guy named Ravoli. Each line was numbered from 1 - 132. Each sentence worked together to describe his whole entire life. His last words were not there. The numbers were just there with no words with them. I found this kind of funny.
He said in one sentence something that is very interesting. He said "I am snowing." I think this means that he is dreaming. At first, I had no clue what he meant, but now I think it's about dreaming or about his feelings like "I'm depressed. I'm dying. I can't stop crying. I'm snowing."
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