Friday, August 19, 2011

Sweet!

I was published this morning in the River!

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  1. Jingle Poetry At Olive GardenAugust 22, 2011 at 4:29 PM

    good for you.
    visited the site, see some familiar names, cheers.

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  2. Maggie Patti Barbara Frankford-WaltonSeptember 10, 2011 at 11:57 AM

    invite you to share a Haiku or a poem of your choice to poets rally week 51 today.

    a free verse or a haiku is welcome.

    keep up the excellence!
    xoxox

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