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That day we make appointment to practice in campus, in the room we usually used in the third floor, but we don't practice in there because in the third floor all the rooms are used so we back to the first floor. We discussed where will we practice so the last time we practice in rizka's dormitory.

1.What actual historical events did a writer refer to, and how was the event altered in the fictional account?  In my opinion the historical events is about his life, he actually struggle with his life lost of mind because of "mature" desire, don't thinking about it is bad thing, as long as he want do something he will do. In the old time he realized that if can be back he want to go back in child which pure, happy, do not contain with bad things that happen in this life, he realize if died he will going back to who made him and become what he made before. 2.When was the work published and what was the public's response at the time? Around 17th-century metaphysical poets in the 20th century, or 1646-1650s, the response is neglected, and even  During the time the Church of England was outlawed and radical Protestantism was in ascendancy, Vaughan kept faith with Herbert's church through his poetic response to Herbert's  Temple. 3. What social attitudes...

Mommy Will Sing A Lullaby ©  Wendy Evans Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/mommy-will-sing-a-lullaby All tucked up and snug in bed as angels stand guard above your head, Mommy will kiss away your fears. She'll stroke your hair and dry your tears. She softly sings a lullaby about the stars up in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle star so bright, shining down on us tonight. Her breath is warm upon your face as you lie still in her embrace. With sleepy eyes you gaze at mom as the moon comes up to replace the sun. Tomorrow will be another day where you'll have fun, laugh, and play. But sleep for now, and Mommy will sing a song for you and you will smile the whole way through. She gently holds your hand in hers, your fingers wrapped around her thumb. These are treasured moments as she waits for sleep to come. Her voice is but a whisper now; her tone is soft and true, for there is nowhere in the world she'd rather be th...