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		<title>The Naked Poem</title>
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		<description>    A naked poem showed up on my doorstep. I was shocked,  to say the least. Thank God, my husband wasn't home. I told the children I had company and they needed to go to their rooms, and then I reluctantly let him in.      &quot;What the hell is this about?&quot; I asked him. &quot;You've got some nerve walking around here like that. This is a respectable family neighborhood.&quot; He hung his head in shame and said,  &quot;I know, I know, but you've just got to help me!&quot;  He went to sit down.  ... more  </description>
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		<category>A Load of Empty Boxes</category>
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		<description>    My dog pants on hill, whirlygig ears drooling down dead yellow snap grass of brittle heat beneath his belly.   My papers won't flutter like a whore's petticoats, but lie still, trembling virgins. They don't fool me.     It's only poetry.     They don't care  for my strange invisible sweaty distortions stuffed inside a homemade kaleidoscope twisting ‘til fisted bits burst like mythogies pulsed in a blender, pieces I then strain through the holes in my mind's tongue and spit back out asking, is it good?  ... more  </description>
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		<category>Loom</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Apr 2008 13:11:17 GMT</pubDate>
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