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Poetry Chat Event (11th April) [New Times!]

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This Wednesday I'll be holding a poetry class in chat at 1:30PM GMT and another at 10:30PM GMT. It will last for about an hour to an hour and a half. There will be a poetry game or two, a bit of discussion and at the end you should come out of it with a poem!

Let me know below if you think you might attend and I hope to see some of you there!

Heather xxx
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....It would be 3:30 in the morning my time x_x
I wish I could come, but I'm really not an early bird.... Sorry!
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That's 8am! I'm sure I can get off my sleepside long enough to attend! :)

EDIT: With the new time I'm all over your 1:30pm session! :D:D:D
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Alright I've added in another time slot for you people half way around the world ^^
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aww its over.
Ehh, who knows what to put here anymore.



It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien