Hey there, Poetry Freaks Well, April used to be the cruelest month, but now we call it National Poetry Month And that means all manner of poetical hijinks- such as hiding pocket-sized poems among the hot sauce at grocery stores, fawning over cursed poets, and gathering with other word-nerds and dreaming up lines to weave into an Exquisite Corpse poem... This year, Amy Zoellers McAnally rolled the many-sided dice for offbeat poetic...
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