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	<title>Week of 03/31/08</title>
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		<title>bed-side on the last day</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8097-bed-side-on-the-last-day</link>
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		<description>draft 1</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Black bear</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-421-black-bear#comments</comments>
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		<title>Happy Birthday Uncle Walt</title>
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		<description>2nd draft</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Cats with Opposed Thumbs, Chalices of Mucus, and Several other Oddities to Avoid Whilst Poeting</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Too Much News to Type at 2am</title>
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		<description>Ok, well, I've been workign the last couple of hours to fix the email problem. We're not there yet, but we're making progress</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Site News</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-11-site-news#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>5</slash:comments>
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		<title>and</title>
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		<description>and             there are gift books
on the floor and she
kneels to pull them 
from the bag and you
watch and hope she                  likes them and she
stands and smiles 
and thanks you 
with her eyes and she 
puts her arms
around you and her cheek
slips close and she         is so small
in your arms and you
hold her for a moment       and memorize 
the way she feels </description>
		<dc:creator>norm</dc:creator>
		<category>Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Jul 2008 01:09:49 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-379-poetry#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>7</slash:comments>
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		<title>Bearings</title>
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		<description>Up in Ballyoan the grey of sky and headstone merge to cloud the view;
a wild buffeting wind
comes off Lough Foyle,
thumping up the hill
much the way it did
the day we buried you.

A sea-gull climbs and falls away;
the place is raw,
hedged with blackthorn wet from sharp showers; one or two, who mourn
amidst the cold exposure,
bend to spent flowers.

Lines of chiselled granite
run their death-rows
across the tended hillside:
black and grey and marble white.
I look for some point of reference
to keep me right.

That touch of the surreal again,
faintly absurd, has me flustering
down the lines of standing stone -
&quot;In loving memory&quot;,
&quot;In heavenly love abiding truth&quot; -
each passing surname
locates my vanished youth.

I'm that little boy once more
who lost you in the department store -
searching up aisles, frantic,
scanning strange faces,
looking through my panic
into fearful crowded places.

I stood at the exit door 
as I stand at your stone -
half expecting to find you again.

  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>u668857</dc:creator>
		<category>The Personal Space of  U668857</category>
		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2008 10:51:12 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Dandelion Love</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8087-dandelion-love</link>
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		<description>As a boy I used to go pick Dandelions for my mom and give them to her. With Mother's Day coming up next month, I got this idea to write her a poem about it. I will take any help I can get to make this perfect for her, have at it</description>
		<dc:creator>Garrett</dc:creator>
		<category>Random Thoughts</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Apr 2008 18:14:32 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-412-random-thoughts#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>4</slash:comments>
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		<title>north borne</title>
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		<description>                        (hitch hiking to Alaska in 1966)  
north borne

 if we had been
 dream-tied on the way
 to Alaska,

 you and I 
 there
 in the middle 
 of North America   wind washed through
 Canada   across the end 
 of time that wouldn't
 come again  lying at night
 on the tundra
 like reindeer lost
 to the sea   if we had been 
 dream-tied under the aurora,
 electric faces  
 shimmering against sleep  what perfect hands
 we would have 
 whispered into the holiness    </description>
		<dc:creator>norm</dc:creator>
		<category>Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Apr 2008 12:57:24 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-379-poetry#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>3</slash:comments>
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		<title>Depth</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8103-depth</link>
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		<description>Interminably Consternation</description>
		<dc:creator>Mosquitobyte</dc:creator>
		<category>MosquitoBytes Volume 05: Interjaculate Love - 2005</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 07:10:31 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-518-mosquitobytes-volume-05-interjaculate#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
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		<title>Braille II</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8102-braille-ii</link>
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		<description>Interminably Consternation</description>
		<dc:creator>Mosquitobyte</dc:creator>
		<category>MosquitoBytes Volume 05: Interjaculate Love - 2005</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 07:09:34 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-518-mosquitobytes-volume-05-interjaculate#comments</comments>
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		<title>Braille</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8101-braille</link>
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		<description>Interminably Consternation</description>
		<dc:creator>Mosquitobyte</dc:creator>
		<category>MosquitoBytes Volume 05: Interjaculate Love - 2005</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 07:08:05 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>True Lies</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8100-true-lies</link>
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		<description>Interminably Consternation</description>
		<dc:creator>Mosquitobyte</dc:creator>
		<category>MosquitoBytes Volume 05: Interjaculate Love - 2005</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 07:06:17 GMT</pubDate>
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		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
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		<title>Daemon, I</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8099-daemon-i</link>
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		<description>Interminably Consternation</description>
		<dc:creator>Mosquitobyte</dc:creator>
		<category>MosquitoBytes Volume 05: Interjaculate Love - 2005</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 07:05:16 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-518-mosquitobytes-volume-05-interjaculate#comments</comments>
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		<title>Apology Flowers Abandoned On The Side Of The Road In Anger</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8090-apology-flowers-abandoned-on-the-side-of-the-road-in-anger</link>
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		<description>inspired by some beautiful wildflowers</description>
		<dc:creator>Rene'</dc:creator>
		<category>Magic Box</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 16:45:26 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-497-magic-box#comments</comments>
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		<title>Love Me in Every Way</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8089-love-me-in-every-way</link>
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		<description>Be kind As you look at meMy every fault laid bare in my nakedness

Be careful As you tell meThings I ache to hear from your lips

Go easy As you touch meThe scars on my heart still bleed

Be gentleAs you take meInto a long awaited embrace

Go slowlyAs you kiss meAnd breathe life into this derelict soul

Be tenderAs you guide meThrough the long forgotten rituals of love

But most of allLove meIn every look, every word, every touch...

Love meIn every embrace, every kissLove me in every way</description>
		<dc:creator>Garrett</dc:creator>
		<category>Random Thoughts</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 05:44:37 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-412-random-thoughts#comments</comments>
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		<title>Evolution</title>
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		<description>You lived in the house of Robert Fitzroy,
captain of HMS Beagle.
We journeyed to our Galapagos and back -
I lost my faith in love. In the aeons since you,
I have theorised over time;
my memory is naturally selective:
our vivid episodes prevail. Had we been less mythical,
burning like a match
rather than a raging pyre,
you might have stayed in Fitzroy's house; and I might have chained
our connection to ancient rock;
but your shifting paradigm struck
the childish chains which broke. I've been free to learn reality
but all I do is pine for myths:
your unreal Edenic beauty;
the apple that you gave to me.  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>u668857</dc:creator>
		<category>The Personal Space of  U668857</category>
		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2008 14:12:52 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-449-the-personal-space-of-u668857#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
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		<title>Bogatelle </title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8066-bogatelle</link>
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		<description> (not one of Oscar's)</description>
		<dc:creator>aphasic</dc:creator>
		<category>Monkey sperm</category>
		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2008 08:52:54 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-534-monkey-sperm#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>3</slash:comments>
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		<title>washday</title>
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		<description> washday

 sheets hung outside
 dry crisp
 and smell of sunlight
 and June mornings.

 wild canaries
 balance on lines
 above percale sails
 that snap in the wind.   </description>
		<dc:creator>norm</dc:creator>
		<category>The Personal Space of Norman Milliken</category>
		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2008 00:10:35 GMT</pubDate>
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		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
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		<title>night sweats</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8051-night-sweats</link>
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		<description>                                 (just another Agent Orange adventure)  
  night sweats

 dioxin derails
 the central nervous system,
 drifts homeless through the body
 for decades.

 an alphabet of symptoms,
 conditions, diagnoses,
 debilitations, diseases-
 even death,

 and night sweats.

    (bisect the body
    from widow’s peak
                to pubic bone, 
    snap a chalk line
    or straight-edge
    a marker.

    for days, sometimes
    weeks
    half the body remembers
    hills and jungle,
    ambushes and incoming.
    the taste of fear,

    pours sweat enough
                to soak sheets and sleep,
    confound specialists,
    and confer temporary celebrity
    on the unwilling.)        ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>norm</dc:creator>
		<category>Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 13:21:37 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-379-poetry#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>3</slash:comments>
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		<title>Sphinx</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8063-sphinx</link>
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		<description>Interminably Consternation</description>
		<dc:creator>Mosquitobyte</dc:creator>
		<category>MosquitoBytes Volume 05: Interjaculate Love - 2005</category>
		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2008 07:17:34 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Hear</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8062-hear</link>
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		<description>Interminably Consternation</description>
		<dc:creator>Mosquitobyte</dc:creator>
		<category>MosquitoBytes Volume 05: Interjaculate Love - 2005</category>
		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2008 07:15:45 GMT</pubDate>
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