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News No Idea what a Chapbook is-but there is a comp for them

This is Mickle's Bailiwick.
Blimey, our Pamela Jo... 'bailiwick' is a bloomin' good word. I've had a good look at your link. It's collection of flash fiction and suchlike they're after. No poetry. I might have enough offerings that I could put together for a chap book collection. Timing is a bit tight, but I'll see what I can do. Thanks for the nudge... I appreciate your words.
 
Blimey, our Pamela Jo... 'bailiwick' is a bloomin' good word. I've had a good look at your link. It's collection of flash fiction and suchlike they're after. No poetry. I might have enough offerings that I could put together for a chap book collection. Timing is a bit tight, but I'll see what I can do. Thanks for the nudge... I appreciate your words.
I never could resist a pickle. I'd never heard of this before, but I think it is a lovely idea. I dont know does doggerel count as poetry? Put it in a paragraph and call it prose. Prose by any other name smells as sweet. There's something about getting your stuff out there that does us good I think. it's standing up and saying "This is who I am. " Hope you can get it in.
 

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