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Summer of Poetry

Nothing says "get back on the horse that threw you" like signing up for a poetry class. And in the spirit of accountability and self-humiliation, I thought...why not share? Each week, our class gets a theme or challenge relating to that week's lesson. We'll also have two additional works due during the class that are open to class critique.

So with little fanfare... let's begin!
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