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More New Squido Lenses! Movies, Birthdays, Poodles, and Cameras

I just published some more of my lenses:

http://www.squidoo.com/TenBestFamilyFilms

http://www.squidoo.com/NikonPicturetown

http://www.squidoo.com/BirthdayPartiesPinkPoodles

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If you liked this post, than you might like what I say on my other blog too!


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Need To Publish Your First Novel?
Ekography: EelKats Lensography
What Can You Do With Squidoo?
Save the Goldeneagle
Copper Cockeral
EKs Link Exchange Headquarters
Creating Character Profiles
How to Start a Publishing Company
Create Your Own Writers Retreat
Need to Kill Writer's Block? Kill a Character.
Narration for Writers
Doctor Who Gift & Video Showcase
NaNoWriMo: Reaching 50,000 useing EelKats 13 Step method
Conventional Writing Advice that Didnt Work for Her (or Me Either!)...
Why Was My Manuscript Rejected?
What if you could give a lie detector test to..
Etiole Swanzen
Harlequin books seeks real men for covers
EelKats Birthday Party Lensography
What do you look for in a book?
Accepting Your Writing Style
Whats On Your Toilet?


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