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Submission By Beverly Stock I called the editor knowing That my temper would be showing And said the following to him: “I sent a poem here, sir” (I said growing fiercer,) “And the subject which I’d chosen, Sir, was Spring.” “ I just scanned your paper, By sunlight, torch and taper, Of my poem, I do not see a thing” He spoke, I’m sure it was a fib, Said he, smug and very glib, “Of the sixty-one submitted, we printed one.” “And we’ve decided they should be divided Among the years then reunited With a new one each succeeding Spring.” “Your submission, I’m pleased to mention-” Will receive our best attention In our Spring Edition - 2081.”

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Date: 4/28/2021 11:43:00 AM
Thanks for the giggle! Aloha! Rico
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Beverly Stock
Date: 5/2/2021 8:59:00 AM
Waiting for submission responses is a test! Hang in there! Beverly