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In honor of the Feast of St. Brigid (and Groundhog Day), the blogiverse is celebrating with its third annual Silent Poetry Reading.
When it’s my turn at the silent mike, here’s what I’m going to read.
Location, Location, by Michael Milburn. (From this book).
Everybody grab a poem and get in line!
P.S. If you’re here because you read a rumor that Ann was dabbling in handknit chickenwear, scroll down. And sit down. Our girl has flown the coop.