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	<title>Week of 07/16/07</title>
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		<title>The duty of roses </title>
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		<description> 
When laid heavily
roses perform savagery
on the lips of orchids.

Snarled against thorn
     and thought.

Onerous breath brought
by love’s retreat
pulls petal from stem.

Beauty remembers
when hands held roses
who knew nothing 
     of death.

When love was a sonnet 
whispered gently  through hopeful tuned ears.
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		<dc:creator>Someday In May</dc:creator>
		<category>But April brought rain</category>
		<pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2009 15:52:41 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>cards with Moe </title>
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		<description>Moe and I had never metnot even oncewhen we sat down for cards.

i cut the deck and Moe dealtfirst.

it was back and forthin silenceunder all the laughter andstories about grandparentsand children now mostly grown.

I won, with a wink and a grin.

I was surprisedor maybe just touched deeplywhen Moe hugged meand slid with a smile out into thefalling snow.

I was less surprisedwhen I went insideand found my deck of cardsspadesclubsdiamonds

no hearts</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Dregs &amp;amp; Other Unreadables</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>drive me crazy baby </title>
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		<description>long about virginiai heard you sing my namei said, hey maggie mae, i ain't ne'er gonna be the same

and we can dreamour loveand we can dreamevery hopeuntil it seems the roadcan't go on no moreuntil seems the road is gonna snap...with one more dreamof youand me.

so here in alabami'm waitin' for your lovethe line is nearly endless, but not soul dares push or shove

and we can dreamour loveand we can dreamevery hopeuntil it seems the roadcan't go on no moreuntil seems the road is gonna snap...just one more dreamof youand me.

holy prayers ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Dregs &amp;amp; Other Unreadables</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>driving south on 95 </title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1281-driving-south</link>
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		<description>my yawn is biga yawping yowlinggigantic vacuum ofsucking bigness

gasping every molecule of airand energy to pull meout of tiredand up

to enlightenmentor perhapsit's only tryingto save me from the stench of New Jersey</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Dregs &amp;amp; Other Unreadables</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>dufus spoogehead master of fools </title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1051-dufus-spoogehead-master-of-fools</link>
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		<description>he ate four figs each day to find a pithe'd chew and chew while I'd just sitI'd just sit and watch him chewand watch him chew until he'd spit

he lied four times each day to find the factshe'd spew and spew; silent then I'd turn my backTurn my back and watch him spewwatch him spew then turn my back

he died four times before he diedhe'd breathe and breathe while I'd just sighI'd just sigh and watch him breatheand watch him breathe until he died</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Dregs &amp;amp; Other Unreadables</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>dumplings and gravy for this cowboy </title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2241-dumplings-and-gravy-for-this-cowboy</link>
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		<description>i look awful in plaidbut jeans are goodthe cowboy look accepts meas if I were one of the guys

the beer at the end of the dayappears mystically correct

and the bad singing voiceis natural</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Dregs &amp;amp; Other Unreadables</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>duty bound </title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1660-duty-bound</link>
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		<description>a fly,

by the white plateon the floor,by the door in housewe built by the river,in the state whererevolution is the status quo,

when it was clearthere are no doubtsthat we are duty boundto dictate truth,and lie whenever necessary,to defend the constitution of our children,even if it kills us,

is dead</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Dregs &amp;amp; Other Unreadables</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>dying young </title>
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		<description>my father's ebony skinmarked himas less a manbut he sang as big as any two.

in the hot summer of my angry youthi yelled and screamedfor justicefor him

with his thick meaty arm around mei found lovebut even that wasn't fair</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Dregs &amp;amp; Other Unreadables</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Easter </title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2240-easter</link>
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		<description>Resurrection always leaves me thirsty;something about the trip from heaven back to hellon Earth -- and the inflight peanuts.

You can either get snippy with the angelsor just wait til you deboardmove the stone out of the wayand spend a half a day miraculous drinking blood from your wounds and nibbling on your own flesh.

It's your call.

That's the deal when you're the Messiah</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Dregs &amp;amp; Other Unreadables</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>ego problems </title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1200-ego-problems</link>
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		<description>i was a tyranasauruswhen i was youngerbut all my teeth fell outand my tail fell offand oh

wait

no

I was just a monkeydreaming he was a tyranasaur.

how typical</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Dregs &amp;amp; Other Unreadables</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>embracing your stupidity </title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2147-embracing-your-stupidity</link>
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		<description>it takes a millipedeto walk a thousand stepsin an instant

but stillyou try.

as if brisk walkingdown the pathmight get you to the forkso you can choose wrongmore quicklymight make your poor judgmentwittier</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Dregs &amp;amp; Other Unreadables</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Emily's husband </title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1820-emily-s-husband</link>
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		<description>scratched on the back of my yellow legal padin the little hen-marks that make up her penmanshipis a pencilled heartshaded with meaningbut uninitialed

as if she knows her love is coming soonbut is, as yetunknown</description>
		<dc:creator>Tracey</dc:creator>
		<category>Dregs &amp;amp; Other Unreadables</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>empathy </title>
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		<description>i summoned all the childrenfrom every house in every block near mineuntil a thousand children stood before me.

you, all of you, blue childrenstand together over here.

none of them moved

you, all of you, ugly childrenstand together over there.

none of them moved.

ok, now, pleaseall of the special childrencome to me.

all but one came closer to me

good, i was looking for youi have something for you

and I gave him a hug</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Dregs &amp;amp; Other Unreadables</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>emptiness </title>
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		<description>give me the nightgive me the stars and moonserve me nightmares with a spoon-- give me the night

give me truthgive me anger and painserve me sins that never wane-- give me truth

give me strengthgive me ice and fireserve me wenches filled with desire-- give me strength

give me lovegive me all that and moreserve me till you die then wait for what's in store-- give me love</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Dregs &amp;amp; Other Unreadables</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>enjoying the attention </title>
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		<description>lanolin smearedgenerouslyover all the facesof the crowd

until the watersrun down their cheeksand their wooly smilesreek the stupidity of sheep

i laughbecause they follow me

they laughbecause I laugh

but we both pissbecause it is our nature</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Dregs &amp;amp; Other Unreadables</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>enjoying the moment </title>
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		<description>i sweatand gruntand moanas i strokemy cockthinking of you

wishing i could bea latin lover

i groanand poundand prayas I pullmy cockthinking of you

wishing i could beyour latin lover

i searchand longand needas I touchmy cockthinking of you

wishing i could cumall over you</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Dregs &amp;amp; Other Unreadables</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>enjoying the spread </title>
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		<description>when she showed meher carefully trimmedalmost bald cuntI fell in worship

i am a manand that is what men do.

There is no nurtureonly naturein a fuck</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Dregs &amp;amp; Other Unreadables</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>erecting walls </title>
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		<description>explain to me your clitorisas if I've never seenthe pink folds of flesh

read to me the manualof instructions on the artof constructing your orgasm

these are the words you won't dareshare with me for fearof being caught

that is the differencebetween our genitals</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Dregs &amp;amp; Other Unreadables</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>ergo sum </title>
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		<description>Descartes thoughttherefore he wasnot meI have thoughtsadly

Socrates was more bitterthan the hemlockhe drank so piouslywhile he thoughtof moments whisked awayin the dusts of time.

my thoughts are not so bignor am I

yet

i am</description>
		<dc:creator>Alcuin of York</dc:creator>
		<category>Dregs &amp;amp; Other Unreadables</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>estate planning </title>
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		<description>my heart just stopped beatingand my body grows real coldi thought I was too youngnow I won't be growin' oldsomethings are better left unsaidsomethings are better nottakin' time to figurebut time's the one that I ain't got

dead as a door naildeader than my Padead as dead can beI'll see ya later Ma.I'm dead as dead can benow get back in my car

my breath is long forgottenmy words were never spokeI thought I had the moneybut you know I was always brokesomethings are better left undonesomethings are better didi'm glad we had foreverI guess i'm ok with all ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Dregs &amp;amp; Other Unreadables</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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