Another Invitation

This is another invitation. Another zoom.


I will be reading in the Citywide Undergraduate Poetry Festival, at Columbia College Chicago. I've copy and pasted the information below. I do not know anyone who is reading in this, but I bet they rock. 


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Meeting ID: 946 3080 4969

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