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Show Inside Out, 32 poetry. She said that each student would be required to write one original poem, and that we could write more for extra credit if they wanted. "And be prepared to share them in class," she said, and the class groaned. But I noticed that Denver didn't groan. Neither did Terra Gates. (But then she was just staring out the window and maybe didn't even hear Mrs. O.) I couldn't wait to hear Denver's poem. I watched him open his notebook and start writing. I had known he would start writing immediately. He was so obviously the kind of guy who thought things, and who could put them into words easily. What was he writing? Probably something quirky-cool. Even though I'd only known him for six weeks, I already knew how his mind worked. For example, last week, to get us excited for the poetry unit, Mrs. Ottley had assigned us to bring in some of our favorite lyrics from any music we liked. And guess what? Denver brought in the VERY SAME SONG that I brought! "Your Name," by Tellandory. How cool was that? That he would just happen to know that song, a very old song that most people didn't know because it was from way before Tellandory became all that famous. You hang like a mist (like a song I can't remember) In the corners of my life, at the edges of my sight. The drumming of my blood- (in the rain and in the thunder) It's your name, it's your name, day and night. When Denver found out that I had brought the very same song, he looked at me, right in my eyes, and smiled a little smile that made my blood dance. |