Dialog with my Snarky Beyutch evil twin...
Me: I've been editing poems, collecting a gob of them into one document so I can print them out and send them in to this contest. They need 48-80 of them, and if I win they'll publish the Snark: Fat chance, Babe. You're outclassed -- there are real writers sending in little masterpieces. Forget... Sign in to see full entry.