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	<title>Vertically Challenged Poetry</title>
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		<title>perception becomes reality

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		<description> Pin the donkey's tail to my fat butt
 please. but do not tell my children
 it is not mine. Let them believe
 that I am the lard ass with the tail
 to tell them what to do. Let them
 dream about riding me away. Let 
 them hunt for my remains in the clouds
 and laugh, &quot;there's dad, see the tail?&quot; </description>
		<dc:creator>Stephan Anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Vertically Challenged Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Jan 2009 02:34:54 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>after the storm     </title>
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		<description>                                              
Cold follows the moon
into a black firmament
... both helpless at dawn </description>
		<dc:creator>Stephan Anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Vertically Challenged Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Jan 2009 18:56:43 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>driving home his point         </title>
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		<description>                                  
His tires spun a thousand miles,
every inch brave and noble, 
until snow flakes scattered the distance
on his windshield. Then they slid
like bad decisions on a soft shoulder,
a dozen feet and two were his
clutching and pumping and kicking
against the desperate hope that love
can save a fool from a blizzard
or an errand. </description>
		<dc:creator>Stephan Anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Vertically Challenged Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Jan 2009 18:33:23 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>suffering       </title>
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		<description>                                                 
a pine needle in tight jeans
receding along a scratched surface

a cumulus cloud in noon sun
receding along a powder beach

an icy spring in late summer
receding along a lost path </description>
		<dc:creator>Stephan Anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Vertically Challenged Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Jan 2009 18:32:11 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Cold day      </title>
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		<description>                                                   
Hair rises to celebrate
the Lord, praising hymn
under arch angels
and all the homeless host
Spring forth - and weep diamonds
thus is the command of Winter's God. </description>
		<dc:creator>Stephan Anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Vertically Challenged Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Jan 2009 18:26:26 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>spin cycle     </title>
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		<description>                                                  
a gallon of blue
laundry detergent
open on the counter
then

poured one cup
at a time into a hate
full whirled. </description>
		<dc:creator>Stephan Anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Vertically Challenged Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Jan 2009 18:01:36 GMT</pubDate>
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