Dear Ticket Lady,
I used to believe that I was magical, could see things nobody else could. Now, things aren’t looking so good. I’m in a rut. I don’t know whether to start over, quit my job or move to another state. Yes, part of me wants to get away, but my family is giving me grief. Help!
In-a-Rut
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I'm afraid I must withdraw my poem, "North Of Eagle Nest, south of Raton" which was submitted in August 2019. It has been accepted elsewhere. Thank you for your consideration. I will submit again in the future.
larry Schug
Hi There, Larry. Your best bet is to withdraw via the Submittable tool. Kudos on your work being accepted out in the wild.Bravo!
Kae