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It all started with an innocuous ad in our local library: a call for submissions for a poetry contest, from an entity called the Canadian Chamber of Contemporary Poetry.
It was quite a collection. Did I write all 36 of them in one sitting?
I recall a poem called Laundry Day, told from the point-of-view of an overworked mother lamenting domestic duties: "O…
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