John Kellogg
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Being MeA Poem by John KelloggWhat can I do; What can I say?The colors of this earth are changing every day.To be an individual, to stand infinitely tall;Can I speak or utter anyth.. |
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The PencilA Poem by John KelloggWhen we first met you did not see me as something special,I was an object, commonplace, and usedMy wit was as sharp as yours, yet you saw nothingI was.. |
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Pride IncarnateA Story by John KelloggThe Odyssey Literary Analysis |