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    <title>Gather: Articles by Spencer T.</title>
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    <copyright>Copyright Gather Inc 2009</copyright>
    <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 14:57:58 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Ungratious Daughter of a Gift Recipient- Repeat</title>
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      <description>I have just returned from a situation which bordered on the ridiculous. As background to this crazy encounter I must explain our ( my family's) annual Christmas exercise. For decades we have . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2009 17:32:33 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Spencer T.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-24T17:32:33Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Holidays Can Be Emotional</title>
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      <description>Holidays can be so emotional so much interaction with many Keeps one’s senses up high  With challenges a plenty.   
 
 
   Woman looking their best  Waving and pouting their lips. Breast heaving . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 05:57:58 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Spencer T.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-18T05:57:58Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Come Make Me Warm, Woman</title>
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      <description>Come make me warm   
 
 
   like the oven I imagine you are   
 
 
   All that heat you transfer   
 
 
   Keeps me at sensual par.   
 
 
       
 
 
   Come touch me, woman   
 
 
   Bring . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 18:06:39 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Spencer T.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-14T18:06:39Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Write Me some Naughty Words</title>
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      <description>   
 
 
  Write me some naughty words  
 
 
  I feel so alone with out you  
 
 
  When silence comes between us  
 
 
  I dream of what we might do.  
 
 
     
 
 
  Speak to me some naughty . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 01:45:35 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Spencer T.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-14T01:45:35Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Taking That Look</title>
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      <description>Don't look at me that way  bet you've had the feeling too. See someone who strikes your fancy imagine them making love with you.  
 
 
  Nothing wrong with a little look or imaginations tingling brew. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 20:23:40 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Spencer T.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-09T20:23:40Z</dc:date>
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      <title>If One Does Not Agree With Them</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977939308</link>
      <description>Should I really know  or determine just how bad  How I know it comes  to making people sad. 
 
 
 Can I hold onto the rail  leading to another time when life was a joyful song filled  with sweet prose . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 18:45:11 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Spencer T.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-09T18:45:11Z</dc:date>
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      <title>You Have Permission To Love Me</title>
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      <description>You have permission to love me  
 
 
  to caress the soul of this man  
 
 
  and I will share with you  
 
 
  every bit of me that I can.  
 
 
     
 
 
  I, long ago, came to a conclusion . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 02:05:37 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Spencer T.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-30T02:05:37Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Beyond the Limits</title>
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      <description>   
 
 
  reach for all there is to get  
 
 
  then stretch for that last drop  
 
 
  they keep telling me of the limits  
 
 
  my vision is beyond the stop  
 
 
     
 
 
  whatever . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 20:19:57 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Spencer T.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-23T20:19:57Z</dc:date>
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      <title>All I Know Is</title>
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      <description>All I know is, her love,  the power of her kiss;  everything about her,  makes heaven less than this.  
 
 
  All I know is, her smile, the sweetest beam as yet. She just need look my way the best . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 20:23:11 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Spencer T.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-22T20:23:11Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Eventide</title>
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      <description>Your wish, only my dream  till my night time view  allowed us to meet as lovers known to do.  
 
 
  Gentle passions shared needs oft seemed foregone. Spirits riding the tide  till the stars are withdrawn. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 06:49:10 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Spencer T.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-19T06:49:10Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Red Light Flash</title>
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      <description>I strolled down a seedy street down south where red lights flash. Several recent immigrant groups  live in a low end life clash.  
 
 
  She, seeing me, wanted my attention offered up some of her sexual . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 23:46:25 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Spencer T.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-07T23:46:25Z</dc:date>
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      <title>I Wrap Her In Plain Brown Paper</title>
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      <description>When I am thinking of her I wrap it in plain brown paper. Nearly every thought of her  is really an erotic caper.  
 
 
  Can't help but go there she drives my libido but good. Even when she's on a . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 15:44:38 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Spencer T.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-10-30T15:44:38Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Feeling Serenity</title>
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      <description>I strain to feel each pulse a touch of pleasures brew. Everytime she makes a move I'm feeling serenity too.   
 
 
   I crave the presence of the joy I feel inside. On to reverie's essence as my senses . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 05:08:24 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Spencer T.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-10-28T05:08:24Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Salacious Thoughts</title>
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      <description>How might your innocence taste lingering in the depths of my mind. How might your flavor hold up  after all this length of time.   Every thought your way  from the tip of my tongue strikes a chiming . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 02:02:56 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Spencer T.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-10-26T02:02:56Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Hey Man, Why Question Me</title>
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      <description>Hey man, why you questioning me cause I've loved a woman since eternity. You pout cause my woman loves me back thru life's hell and any sort of lack.  
 
 
  Just as if we squeezed thru a hole slipped . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 11:16:04 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Spencer T.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-10-23T11:16:04Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Don't Give Up Your Dreams</title>
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      <description>If you hang around with nine broke people you will certainly be number ten.  This is not meant to produce laughter nor even a hesitant little grin.  
 
 
  I am saying you are the average  of those . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 12:10:35 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Spencer T.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-10-21T12:10:35Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Crossing Over</title>
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      <description>Crossing over between worlds  from those saucy dreams to now.  A bridge of sorts I must stretch a regular occurance somehow.  
 
 
  A lingering of time and space to capture wishes I brew. Thats the . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 23:06:03 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Spencer T.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-10-18T23:06:03Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Lady of the Night</title>
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      <description>I saw her walk across the floor  though she was not real  but to my eyes I was sure  the image wouldn't be still  
 
 
  she beamed a smile my way  as I fell into a trance of sort  and her walk was . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 16:51:39 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Spencer T.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-10-11T16:51:39Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Baying At The Moon</title>
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      <description>Of course I could bay at the moon perhaps stroll the paths of tomorrow. Yesterday tells you all of the facts from time yet to come with sorrow. 
 Knowing each bit of eternity's way data I found whilst . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 17:30:46 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Spencer T.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-10-09T17:30:46Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Dared To Dream</title>
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      <description>I dared to dream a sweet song though no one else heard the tune and as I danced with the music my heart headed towards the moon.  
 
 
  While fluttering in the heavens I heard a song similar to mine . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 11:08:46 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Spencer T.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-10-08T11:08:46Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Let's Get It On</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977830647</link>
      <description>Words in the song as sung by Marvin Gaye said:  
 
 
  you keep looking and staring me down  hey why don't you stop fooling around  
 
 
 
  My words:  
 
 
  Knowing I ain't a sexual pawn why don't . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 15:29:58 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Spencer T.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-29T15:29:58Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Being "Really" Proud of America</title>
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      <description>I have not had any trouble finding those who think it is 
 
 
 somehow sacrilegious or just awful that some can relate to 
 
 
 Mrs Obama or any black for that matter saying for the first 
 
 
 time . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2009 14:09:04 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Spencer T.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-26T14:09:04Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Colorful Sails In The Wind</title>
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      <description>Ah naturale or permed  braids, pony tail or tails. The view from my vantage nothing but colorful sails.  
 
 
  A breezy fresh wind blowing over my way  adds a bit of umph to a normally dull day.  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 17:11:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Spencer T.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-25T17:11:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Beyond Sensational</title>
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      <description>Have you ever touched someone who simply explodes your senses and everytime they're near is like thoughts knocked out all the fences.  
 
 
  I got a woman who is beyond  any point one may call sensation . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 19:05:12 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Spencer T.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-24T19:05:12Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Blues Man Sees Sax Man</title>
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      <description>Thought I recognized him sitting in that old beater of a car. When he saw me his face lit up with a hint of the long ago smile I knew him to have. He said, "hey blues man. You look about the same as . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 10:12:47 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Spencer T.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-23T10:12:47Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Been There Way To Long</title>
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      <description>Wearing in the back of my mind like a hat I can’t take off  A choking sort of feeling a constant hacking cough.  
 
 
  Its been there way too long  no matter what I try to do. Can’t seem . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 00:29:17 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Spencer T.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-22T00:29:17Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Allow Me</title>
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      <description>Allow my dedication my devotion to your heart. Allow my cravings which arose from the start.   
 
 
   Allow my caresses the churning needs I have. Allow tender touches to your body like a salve. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2009 00:04:09 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Spencer T.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-21T00:04:09Z</dc:date>
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      <title>She Is My Everything</title>
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      <description>She's my sun after the rain the belch when I need to let go. She's the ripples on the lake the calm I'm  craving so.  
 
 
   She's my sunny weather when storms take center stage. The soothing . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2009 14:55:20 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Spencer T.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-18T14:55:20Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A Private Focus</title>
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      <description>The hum of the bus churning as I sat over its wheel  allowing me full view  of her presentation's appeal.  
 
 
  Lovely as one might see;  short jeans and full top.  A beautifully done head  with . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 01:07:57 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Spencer T.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-08T01:07:57Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Are There Limits</title>
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      <description>Is there a limit I should use or go as far as my words will take pouring out passion and lust  as powerful as I can make.   
 
 
   Should there be a limit  to how far I should go  to tell about the . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 13:22:48 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Spencer T.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-02T13:22:48Z</dc:date>
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