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Holiday Poems 4 the People!

So I had this idea... because I want to help
and i want to write poetry.

Then I think of the Los Angeles Poet Society.

I really want to see us stand up and help people...
be there for people, and I would love it if we would all write poetry!

So I thought further: it's Christmas time and who doesn't love getting a card in the snail mail. 

USPS. Thank you.

Yes, so the idea sprouted from the ground:


The Los Angeles Poet Society announces

HOLIDAY POEMS 4 THE PEOPLE!


Email LAPS (losangelespoetsociety@gmail.com), your holiday poem, and LAPS will write it in a holiday card and mail it for you. 

These cards will go to the people that reside in prisons, detention centers, orphanages'. We must.

Write we must. 
Give we must.
Love we must.

So there you go.


Be in on this! Send us your holiday poems: losangelespoetsociety@gmail.com




Bring light and shine on! 

WRITE ON!

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