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Last night I went to my very first poetry slam. It was pretty intense--so many verbs and adjectives flying around!
Montana's Poet Laureate (Henry Real Bird) was there and he wore a cowboy hat. Which made me very glad.
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And okay, as much as Evan and I love poetry, the real reason we were there was to show some support for my paintings. You see, they had a bit of a 'coming out' party and we wanted to make sure everyone was nice to them (they were). I had Evan take these paparazzi shots of Mr. Fork and Mrs. Spoon because I was too chicken.