Quote by Jack Prelutsky
Poetry seems to sink into us the way prose doesnt. I can still quo

Poetry seems to sink into us the way prose doesnt. I can still quote verses I learned when I was very young, but I have trouble remembering one line of a novel I just finished reading. – Jack Prelutsky

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Writing gives me the opportunity to explore ideas, play with language, solve problems, use my imagination, and draw on my own childhood. – Jack Prelutsky

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