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National Poetry Month card #3

I’m doing one of these a day until the end of April. To send it, copy the permalink or the image file link into an email, tweet, Facebook DM, etc. — or just download and make free with the image.

This entry was posted Friday, April 3rd, 2009 at 1:24 pm, last modified at 1:24 pm, 4/3/09 and is filed under Humor, NaPoMo cards.  Print

5 Responses to “National Poetry Month card #3”

1. dale says:

   April 3, 2009 at 3:06 pm

   :-)

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2. Bluegrasspoet says:

   April 3, 2009 at 4:57 pm

   :-)

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3. Dana says:

   April 4, 2009 at 2:38 am

   I love this.

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4. tammy says:

   April 5, 2009 at 3:03 pm

   hahahaaa :)

   Reply

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