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	<title>Aug. 2007</title>
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	<copyright>2005-2012</copyright>
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		<title>caress</title>
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		<description>   tonight I'll write of sadnesshiding in lines of booksI share my bed with sadness, whose hands
reach from printed words
to caress my face and hair  drift through
musical harmonies
to whisper secrets in my ears  sadness that lies folded
in a faded shirt
casual softness draping
my shoulders, breasts 
and stomach, slowly tracing
the curve of my neck
and spine  sadness, whose gentle touch
is always there  the one I rest my head upon
and sleep        </description>
		<dc:creator>callooh</dc:creator>
		<category>Callooh's Odd Socks</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2009 22:58:56 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>after the alarm goes off</title>
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		<description>draft</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Release the Hounds</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>agnostic pimples on god’s butt</title>
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		<description>draft</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Release the Hounds</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>beneath a later colored sky</title>
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		<description>draft</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Release the Hounds</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>how our souls go to heave(n)</title>
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		<description>draft</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Release the Hounds</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>in short pants and cool salt waters</title>
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		<description>draft</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Release the Hounds</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>man, doh... lines</title>
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		<description>draft</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Release the Hounds</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>nirvana </title>
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		<description>we both know that falling downis easier when you're drunk

and you can't get upuntil you fall down

so I feed you wine(mostly red)until you seem something like

happy.

When I ask you to give me a kissyou get upfall down

and there we are</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>No angels here </title>
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		<description>The mountains, the valleys, the soft sweet haikuthe rivers the cool ponds, the hard kisses from youthe old paths, the highways, the song in my soulnew fires, and ashes, tempests beyond my controlswing with me, darlingswing with me dear!Sing to the heavensso the angels can hear!The long days, out working, the calloused scarred handsThe short nights, left sleeping, dreams I can't understandthe old paths, the right ways, the song in my heartnew words, and tunes, now how does that start?hold me, my darlinghold me, my dear!Sing as though angelswere all dancing near!The real truth, the ... 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>no love lost </title>
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		<description>no one loves youdeeplyor true

no one at allin shades of blue

no one loves youmadand deep

no one at allwhen you're asleep

no one loves youholyright

no one at alluntiltonight</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>no one noticed it was even gone </title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2038-no-one-noticed-it-was-even-gone</link>
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		<description>i knew you had the toolsand the brainsand the know how

just like i doso i asked youabout your interest

'crime of the century,baby.'

and you smiled.God you smiled.it was a real smile toonot a fuckin' fake bullshit smile

so it was settled with that,right thereand we kissedto sign the contract

my lips moved downand bit your lipno bloodthe painjust right

as your nails dug until my spineone dream at a time.

then i saw the openingyou too.

the silverwas endlesswhere the full moon dancedin your hairso we stole it

your thighs quiveringand ... 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>no tears for you </title>
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		<description>I do not dare or mock the gods of decencytheir clouds are blacktheir thunder deepand every bolt delivered right to my chest.

I do not grovel eitherthough the sage are not afraid of terrorI am not piousnot wise, but blessed insteadwith nothing.

here in the storm is my salvationhere in the patter of rain

my baptism</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>no weight to your soul </title>
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		<description>each degree is placed upon the shelf of dayand i count them upto thirty one.

in florida todaythey have more than sixtylaugh at me and run away

in alaska nowthey owe me sixbut i give them a passas i shake my head their mismanagement

you ball up your jacketand toss it on the shelfin hopes that the weight will warm your soul

I don't have the heart to tell youabout bad energy</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>no, i'm not a Republican </title>
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		<description>George W. Bush will never send me a thank you notefor all the times I've been the only man in the roomwho would not say a bad word about him.

I could resent that, I suppose.It would be easy to do.

I have ruined my nameand reputation in my communityfor the sake of my president.

But, I do not.

Though I agree with him on very few things,I know this:

He is not the liaror the heartless bastardor the spoiled rich boyor the retardthat they say.

It is on principleI will stand for ... 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>Noah's Ark </title>
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		<description>the flood came downfrom heaven today... the birds just got upand flew awaythe waters flowedtil the earth was gonewhatever happenedto right and wrong?

i can't see themthey're just not herei can't see themi've looked everywherefrom the top of the world

the fire's burningwhere my house used to be... the dog's just barkingas I fall down on my kneesthe inferno's raginguntil there's only ashhow did this happen?How did we crash?

i can see the lightand the blisters tooi can see it allbut what can I dofrom the top of the world

the winds are screamingacross the snowy peaks ... 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>Noah's wife </title>
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		<description>Are you the girl who said,&quot;I love you&quot;when she didn't know me?

Or the sunset which fellthrough all the shades of pinkinto endless blues.

Are you the girl who dreamedof me, nakedin her bed?

Or the sunrise which explodedthrough the red rage ofnoontime rain?

Are you that girl who believesshe loves mewhen she never really will?

Or the sunlightthat evaporates the floodand leaves the ground warm and dry?</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>North Dakota </title>
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		<description>North Dakota is just a half a world awaywhen the sun setsand the moon beams take the chance

when you're far away and I wish that we could dancewhen the prairie's coldon a summer nighteverything is brokenbut somehow it seems all right

it's all right.

North Dakota, is that were you've gone?when the sun fallsand I find out that you're gone

when you're far away and I dream it won't be longmy heart's so coldon a summer nighteverything is brokenbut somehow you make it right

it's all right.

North Dakota, is that you crying there?when the ... 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>North of San Francisco on blood stained ground </title>
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		<description>the little raven cawed east of last rays of sunlightthrough the redwood, celebrating the Sonoma chipmunk dinner

a blacktailed deer, bound from his raucous voiceover the garter snakes, salamanders, newtsand the pleasant smell of rot

she whispered in my ear,&quot;Here in Muir, I knew we'd find peace.&quot;

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		<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>nose hairs </title>
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		<description>the first breath, I don't rememberbut I know the air was coldand smelled of antisepticsand my mother.

there were many after that onesome filled with the scents of applesand unfiltered Camelsand the uriney smell of a diabeticon her last legless leg.

every breath was filteredby the several hundrednasal follicles cleaned minuteby minute with mucus andthe saline that flows through me

I suppose I could live with out themI am a strong healthy manbut they're sort of like youand I don't want to live unfiltered.

</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>not every place is for me </title>
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		<description>in Amsterdamwhen i was 12a lady in black fishnetsstood by on Warmoesstraatbeckoned me overand said, honeynot the place for youas she adjusted her cockso I couldn't see itand headed over to the coffee housefor a joint</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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