In this poem an old tin can becomes an urban conch shell when, held against a child's ear, it reveals the sounds of a bustling city.
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Langston Hughes /
Honey, I love, and ...
Under the sunday t ...
Our big home : an ...
In the tall, tall ...
Tomie's little boo ...
Who was born this ...
My world /
Desert voices /
I'm in charge of c ...
If you are a hunte ...
The desert is thei ...
The way to start a ...
Hawk, I'm your bro ...
Maya Angelou /
I like being me : ...
The day the goose ...
Hiawatha's childho ...
Knots on a countin ...
I love you : a re ...
What a day it was ...
When I was young i ...
A pup just for me ...
Chicken soup with ...
Red sings from tre ...
Song of the water ...
A light in the att ...
The magic wood /
I know an old lady ...
A visit to william ...