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DFW/WTPS
Read lines 6 through 10 from the poem.
(Fill my lines. Crowd me with words, all kinds of words— happy, joyous words, angry, jangled words, burdened words, sad words,)
Which sentences from the letter express the same idea as these lines from the poem?
A We don’t just talk about writing. We sit by ourselves inside or outside, writing at airports or on kitchen tables, even on napkins.
B I’ve learned that some writers are quiet and shy, others noisy, others just plain obnoxious. Some like enchiladas and others like sushi; some like rap and others like rancheras.
C When I was in grade school in El Paso, Texas (where I was born), I read comic books and mysteries and magazines and library books. I was soaking up language.
D Living hurts, so sometimes we write about a miserable date, a friend who betrayed us, the death of a parent. Some days, though, we’re so full of joy we feel like a kite.
D Living hurts, so sometimes we write about a miserable date, a friend who betrayed us, the death of a parent. Some days, though, we’re so full of joy we feel like a kite.