This is Goroka my hometown. Goroka is known for ... It's the only town in Papua New Guinea that everyone loves Rugby League, everybody plays Rugby League, everybody supports Rugby League of all the ages, they come here. We're at Deany Leahy Oval, where it has a history of the Kangaroos playing here, the Lions, the French Roosters. When Mal Meninga came here, everyone was crazy. Maybe he was bigger than the goal post. I wouldn't know, I was this little kid when he came here. This is where it all started for me. This is where my Rugby League career started. Had my first tackle here, my first try, scored my first try here, everything happened here at the Deany Leahy Oval, at Lopi field. Speaker 1:How crazy do people get about Rugby League especially when the big teams are here?

Explain the events that led to the iranian revolution and the following iranian hostage crisis. how was the united states involved with iran? describe the arab-israeli conflicts of the 20th century. be sure to include specific military interventions, peace agreements, and the ultimate reason for conflict.

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Consider the speakers in "the raven" and the speaker in "the song of wandering aengus." write two paragraphs to compare and contrast the voice in these two poems. how does the poet give the speaker in each poem a distinctive voice? what effect does this voice have in each poem? use examples from each poem to as evidence for your answer "the raven"once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary,over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—while i nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,as of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.“‘tis some visitor,” i muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—only this and nothing more.”ah, distinctly i remember it was in the bleak december, and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. eagerly i wished the morrow; —vainly i had sought to borrowfrom my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost lenore—for the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name lenore—nameless here for evermore.and the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtainthrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; so that now, to still the beating of my heart, i stood repeating“‘tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; this it is and nothing more.”"the song of wandering aengus." i went out to the hazel wood,because a fire was in my head,and cut and peeled a hazel wand,and hooked a berry to a thread; and when white moths were on the wing,and moth-like stars were flickering out,i dropped the berry in a streamand caught a little silver trout.when i had laid it on the floori went to blow the fire aflame,but something rustled on the floor, and some one called me by my name: it had become a glimmering girlwith apple blossom in her hairwho called me by my name and ranand faded through the brightening air.plz hurry