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		<title>strolling in the woods </title>
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		<description>every sapling growing inthe forest by the seareaches up to heavenas if each one was me

every saplying unrooted thentossed into a pilerotting in the firesdown to hell with my smile

every acorn rolling landsat the bottom of the hilli can feel me rolling andi wonder if i always will</description>
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		<category>Dregs &amp;amp; Other Unreadables</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Mud pies and Falling Back to love  </title>
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		<description>I can't explain how today I tumbledFumbled, tripped then finally fell

It's been well over three hundred daysWhen the ground vanished under foot

It made no sense, how can one flyAs if sprouted wings among the sky

Up, up, upward spiral from root to tipAnd kisses the dampened curve of lips

Imagine my surprise when I felt dirtTurned to mud slip between my toes

And the wild hurdle, stomach curdlingKamikaze plunge to where it all began

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		<dc:creator>Shannon McEwen</dc:creator>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Feb 2007 01:06:46 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Find Me Somebody to Love   </title>
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		<description>My mind was so intentIn the huntAnticipationEvident in the tinyHairs row by rowStood to attention

At warWith the doubtBayonet to bayonetStrugglingEndless thoughtOf precious victory

I never saw it comingFirst the reconnaissanceAnd then the flankingMy heart was capturedLong beforeI knew.

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		<category>Old Poetry from DMV</category>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Feb 2007 04:36:03 GMT</pubDate>
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