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	<title>Week of 06/05/06</title>
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		<title>Love is    </title>
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		<description>Three in the morning a babe cries

Exhaustion overwhelms, the noise increases

No choice, she peels her body from the sheet

To tend her little man

Six O'clock, the sun is waking

Another's cry, weak but urgent

As vomit fills the hall, hits the walls

On her hands and knees, she wipes away

The filth, her other hand extends in comfort

The clock strikes twelve, life is hectic

The laundry monster grows

Alphagetti scatter with giggles

Grape juice stains white cotton

Like blood seeps from a wound

The bewitching hour arrives

Among books, chatter,

Bubbles splash across tiles

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		<dc:creator>Shannon McEwen</dc:creator>
		<category>Old Poetry from DMV</category>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Feb 2007 15:30:34 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Eyes are the root of all knowledge  </title>
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		<description>From whence did the need beginTo feel each word from far within

From the slow lift of infertile lipsIn the midst of each solar eclipse

As sweat trickles in a jagged linePrickled skin on a withered vine

Not in the silken flesh so desiredOr the pre-requisite dance required

Beyond the skin, the blood, the boneThe song, the walk, the fear, the moan

The root shall be once again discoveredAnd the source of life will be uncovered

Erroneous belief mine own eyes can seeInstead of immerse and nourish the tree</description>
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