Three Poems Worth Reading

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If you haven't already, go check out these poems:

gannet girl Kindness


jan The Guest House

I do not know how to create a direct link to the post, so scroll down to the poem...or read all the posts until you get to the poem...all wonderful posts and poems...

Comments

Diane M. Roth said…
thanks for keeping us up on poetry, Mompriest. i didn't bring any with me, so it's great.
7/25/2007 8:49 AM
Terri said…
I'm going to post a poem soon...I think. Or I may write more about my ancestor pioneers...
7/25/2007 9:02 AM
Jan said…
Thanks for the links--in my limited, but growing knowledge about blogging, I find that it usually works to highlight the title of the post, copy it, and paste it wherever in your message. Hope that works for you!
7/25/2007 10:16 AM
Unknown said…
Another way is to click on the permalink (on your posts, that's the time you posted). What you will then see in the URL box is the direct link to the post, which you can cut and paste into your composition box's little link pop-up.
Was that English?
7/25/2007 11:02 AM
Terri said…
Thanks. the composition box's little link pop-up - is that the portion of the link code that is in quotation marks? Because I think that is how I've been doing it, copying the url from the permalink and then putting in the quotation marks - but sometimes it seem there is too much data or something goes wrong because the link never works...

was that English?

Thanks for trying to help. I know I'll get it one of these days...
7/25/2007 1:53 PM
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