So I'm altering Barbara Kingsolver's book: The Poisonwood Bible, and on every page I've underlined some words to create poetry here's what I got so far.
Imagine
frogs
hauling
and
arching
the
doomed
sympathy
world
mother
sets
Silently
Always
helpless
woman
measure
smaller
years
stuffed
wild
believe
In
me
One has only a life of one's own.
I am
Africa
I was
Africa
I did
Africa
I know
Africa
I know
Africa
slide
this
shake
it
take
it
away
bearing
concern
She
understood
all
mother
lost
the
Father
She
loves
we
prepared
his
beloved
considering
possible
pockets
she
feels
free
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