I think I've posted this once before, but it's getting a bit closer, the deadline for this:
The St. Lawrence Book Award
This contest is interesting in that it accepts entries in either short fiction or poetry.
And I'm judging, so I'm excited to at long last have my chance to become a full-fledged Foet!
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All right! So you know who's going to win already. Who should I congratulate?
Well, you're right. Since this is a poetry contest and they are all corrupt, I'll go ahead and announce the winner:
Erik Estrada
You're sleeping with him, aren't you?
Duh. Obviously. Why else would someone publish a book of poems in this country?
I do remember a number of times when you called him "Ponch," and no one but his VERY CLOSE FRIENDS call him Ponch off the set. And that one time, when you said with such wet, adoring eyes, "He'll always be my CHiP (California Highway Poet)," I wanted to BARF!
I know, I know. That was during the "honeymoon" phase when everything about a relationship with a swinging 70's law enforcement officer was all roses and moonbeams. This was before all the drugs and month long Alaskan hunting trips with Charlton Heston and Charles Nelson Riley and the ill-advised variety show with TV's Madame.
Wow. That is just so ... wow. You rock.
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