TITLE

Civics (Poem)

AUTHOR(S)
Wrigley, Robert
PUB. DATE
March 2004
SOURCE
New Yorker;3/15/2004, Vol. 80 Issue 4, p84
SOURCE TYPE
Periodical
DOC. TYPE
Poem
ABSTRACT
Presents the poem "Civics," by Robert Wrigley.
ACCESSION #
14105434

Tags: CIVICS (Poem);  POEMS;  WRIGLEY, Robert;  CIVICS

 

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