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Dear Sam Minter,
Thank you for submitting your poems to No Tell Motel. We’re honored to be considered as an outlet for your work. However, we are unable to use them.
Although a new publication, No Tell Motel has received an onslaught of quality work that we must, regrettably, pass on.
We thank you for submitting to No Tell Motel and hope you will continue to read us in the future. We’d be interested in considering your work again, 4 months from your latest submission.
Discreetly Yours,
Reb Livingston
With all due respect darling, I do believe you should leave the poetry writing to rebecca, k?
I fear this may be a sign of too much paste consumption in your sordid past.
Stop licking toads, dude!
Poor Sam, the misunderstood artist. Don’t worry, you’ll be appreciated someday.
WHEN YOU’RE DEAD!
Poor Sam, the misunderstood artist. Don’t worry, you’ll be appreciated someday.
WHEN YOU’RE DEAD!
Sam,
You’ve got far too much time on your hands.