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Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Oh my lord, I am sorry I haven't posted in a while! I'm terrible, I know.
But, I have wonderful, exciting news.
February is Bkack History Month, and to celebrate the poetry club is reading and sharing poetry and literary works from black authors! This event goes from 3:30-5:30 on the Albany campus in the Diversity Achievement Center.
There are lots of snacks and lovely people, so please come and join us!
But, I have wonderful, exciting news.
February is Bkack History Month, and to celebrate the poetry club is reading and sharing poetry and literary works from black authors! This event goes from 3:30-5:30 on the Albany campus in the Diversity Achievement Center.
There are lots of snacks and lovely people, so please come and join us!
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BLACK, not Bkack. Sometimes I just don't even look at what I write.
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