Lisa Frank is Dead

Lisa Frank is dead,

She's buried in the ground,

And with her lies our childhood,

Still, without a sound.

With every generation,

A passing interest dies,

Wait a couple decades, 

And so will you and I. 

This poem is about: 
My community


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