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A Poetic Gift for You


Time to be verse-atile!
It's Poetry Month!
(en castellano abajo)

In honor of National Poetry Month, I've created the small poster above (6 x 11" / 15.2 x 27.9 cm). Would you like to have one? Yes? Well, I would be very happy to send you one! ¡De regalo, claro! All you need to do is:

Click on the contact link in my profile.
Send me an email with "Poetry poster" in the subject line.
In the body of the email, include your address details.
And, yes, I will ship overseas.
(And, no, of course, I will not share your address.)

Any catch to this? Only one. The total press run for my poster is just 95, so the sooner you send that poetry poster email, the surer you can be that you will have your very own poetry poster. Once they're gone, they're really gone.

For a whole lot more Poetry Partying, see the Academy of American Poets and Poets & Writers Magazine. Each of these sites will have links and connections to still more . . . Enjoy!

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Para celebrar el Mes Nacional de Poesía, he creado el pequeño cartel mostrado arriba. (15.2 x 27.9 cm). ¿Te gustaría recibir uno? ¿Sí? Pues, me encantaría enviártelo--de regalo. Sólo necesitas hacer lo siguiente:

Haz Clic en el enlace de contacto en mi perfil.
Envíame un correo-e con "Cartelito" en la línea de asunto.
En el texto del correo-e, incluye tus datos de correo normal.
Sí, enviaré el cartelito al extranjero.
(Desde luego, no compartiré tus datos.)

La edición cuenta con solo 95 carteles. Hay una traducción del poema en el otro lado del cartel (en casos en que sea necesario :-) ).


Copyright, Ysabel de la Rosa, all rights reserved.

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