The 99 Poem Challenge
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Wanna try out different types of poetry? Interested in sharing your poetry experience with other Wattpad Poets? Well then this challenge is right for you! The 99 Poem Challenge (created by user Warrior_Prophet) is basically a bunch of Wattpad poets coming together to experience different poetry styles! Wattior_Prophet decides which ten poems we will write per month, and the rest is up to our creativity!
Go here to inquire more about this epic challenge: http://www.wattpad.com/forums/discussion/53929/the-99-poem-challenge-also-contains-99-poems-competitions-for-fun...or-war-99-different-poems/#Item_55
Thanks to Wattpad user Warrior_Prophet for making up the idea for this innovative collaboration!
Cover credit goes to me.
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