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PoetsHaven.com Publishers Blog. If you can see this, your need to upgrade to an iFrames compatible browser. September 13, 2013. Changes are in store. Podcast series in October has been put on hold while this is worked out. August 8, 2013. Now seeking submissions for VENDING MACHINE vol.4! VENDING MACHINE Poetry for Change vol.4. The Poets Haven is seeking submissions inspired by the following quote. You must be the change you wish to see in the world. POEM SUBMISSIONS MUST BE LESS THAN 60 LINES.CONTENT
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