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      <title>Moon Sun Morning</title>
      <description>It's a silly rhyme sort of day...Woke to winds thrashing, splashing rain against my window pane. Full moon flood in full effect and as the sun began to rise, the two heavenly bodies vied for that cove...</description>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2009 09:57:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Within You, Without You</title>
      <description>Pulled into the sloping parking lot,George Harrison, reminding me of the wall of illusion I built:No one else can make me change... but peace of mind is waiting there.Spotted two garbage men 
wearing...</description>
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      <category>Writing and Poetry</category>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 06:16:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Tsk Tsk Miss</title>
      <description>Falling for the old finger-pointing plan,Transforming the inner tranquility, Assuming the dreaded stance:Doe eyes caught in high beamsof banned-from-existence interstate.Frozen "The one who cares has ...</description>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 18:23:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Winter</title>
      <description>Waking up to a chill I pull the covers closer wishing for a warmth that will allude me for the next six months full of coats I don't own yet, sweaters locked in boxes, and gloves missing fingertips. T...</description>
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      <category>Writing and Poetry</category>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2008 23:20:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>R.I.P. Words</title>
      <description>The words stopped one day, like a pen out of ink scratching last attempts into paper that was already torn. I'm not sure where the words went, if they left me or if I left them. It wasn't a messy brea...</description>
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      <category>Life</category>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 02 Dec 2008 00:58:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Can We Get a Little Truth?</title>
      <description>So we heard a lot of back and forth last night during the second presidential debate in Nashville. Both candidates made accusations and trumped up their own plans for our country. But if you had no de...</description>
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      <category>News and Politics</category>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 08 Oct 2008 12:50:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Why Can&amp;rsquo;t I Be VP?</title>
      <description>Forget the law degree...if I follow the Palin plan, I could be the VP nominee in 2024. Education:We both have bachelor's degrees although hers in is communication and mine is in written communication....</description>
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      <category>Dreams and the Supernatural</category>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 03 Oct 2008 14:15:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Free Verse Frustration</title>
      <description>He is a hunter.He does not wield a weapon.He does not seek out his foe in the field.He sets the bait in the place he calls home.He never traps or kills, but entertains his enemy.He intermingles the fo...</description>
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      <category>Writing and Poetry</category>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 02 Oct 2008 17:42:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Bedtime Stories</title>
      <description>The sun slinks slowly beyond the horizon,and she knows that her time is nigh.Pleadings emerge for water, tales, and music.The water must be ice cold. Any old tale will do, even old texts, but only her...</description>
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      <category>Writing and Poetry</category>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 10 Sep 2008 23:23:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>The Greenhouse</title>
      <description>She slipped in through broken shards of glass,sowing thistles and briers among our seeds yet sprung.I, a novice gardener, did not know her spirit lingeredas I nurtured our plots with droplets of hope ...</description>
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      <category>Writing and Poetry</category>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 11 Aug 2008 20:52:00 GMT</pubDate>
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