It seems like that every generation has its own language by sabotaging, revamping, and creating a new set of vocabulary and signs and referents. Be that as it may, this is how language changes or evolves or devolves.
And we shouldn't lament this.
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Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Will Poetry Become Extinct before People Will?
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Heather Sager ______________________ poem
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