Cyanide & Cherries in October

Greetings everyone!

Cyanide & Cherries Poetry Book

Just a quick notice that my poetry book “Colour Me In Cyanide & Cherries” will be on discount for the remaining time of October!

If you click on the cover, you will be taken right where the book is at.

Thank you for your time and have a wonderful Autumn!

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~ by Oloriel on October 15, 2016.

6 Responses to “Cyanide & Cherries in October”

  1. Reblogged this on Legends of Windemere.

  2. Reblogged on Baldypoems and got my copy from Lulu.com, looking forward to reading it. I will take a picture of me with the book when it comes. Much love from Baldy x

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