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Poetry Slam Sunday: Ken Books

Okay, Poetrycats, it’s time to don your black berets, turtlenecks and pretend like a pencil is a cigarette because we are getting ultra cool with words at this week’s poetry slam. ┬áPlay some jazz, turn down the lights and trip … Continue reading

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