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    <copyright>Copyright Gather Inc 2009</copyright>
    <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 18:41:40 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>All Sad Girls Are Beautiful</title>
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      <description>My mothers mother 
 didn't suffer fouls gladly 
 hissing like a spider crab 
 
 The scorpion claw that was her mind 
 always looking for a PRIM payout 
 even now, her bitter breath chills me 
 
 We . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2008 19:44:46 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Cynthia Mayhew</dc:creator>
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      <title>Seven Last Words from the Cross</title>
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      <description>I keep losing things in this place 
 This rosey hued house of Stone 
 Bowls of oranges in the sun 
 the sound of fish about to be caught 
 
 My Mama is round with life 
 so much kindness in her quiet . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 19:18:07 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Cynthia Mayhew</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-05-22T19:18:07Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Ring finger</title>
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      <description>An angry wind flies down the Mountain
it's wicked and wet with Rain ...stars as deep  flowers in the sky

Lately, I had been stroking my own cheek
I had been eating alone
buying my own momentos . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 21 Aug 2007 01:57:09 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Cynthia Mayhew</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-08-21T01:57:09Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Cape Cod Girls</title>
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Cape Cod Girls

Have whales blood inside ..and it waits
boots stomp into the bog of June..muddy and strong
Fish smell and mermaids tales all get along
for the Cape Cod girls

My Great Aunt . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 07 Aug 2007 15:35:20 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Cynthia Mayhew</dc:creator>
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