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    <title>Writers Who Dream</title>
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    <description>Recent Articles on Gather by Writers Who Dream</description>
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    <copyright>Copyright Gather Inc 2009</copyright>
    <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 04:17:03 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Not sure if this is finished</title>
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      <description>I was born not knowing your smile, 
 But then our eyes met and I knew. 
 Your ability to touch me was written in the stars 
 Along side the miracle of that first kiss, 
 The definitive proof that you . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 21 Jun 2008 20:24:46 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Shelbia C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-06-21T20:24:46Z</dc:date>
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      <title>My Secret</title>
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      <description>I watch you walk away And I get scared you won't come back, So my systems start to get muddled and my life gets knocked off track. Deep down I know you love me, But I always want you near. Losing you . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 07 Jun 2008 01:29:24 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Shelbia C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-06-07T01:29:24Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Too Old To Cry</title>
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      <description>You will never know how much it hurt 
 The day you said good-bye. 
 I hold the pain inside my heart 
 Because I'm much too old to cry. 
 I felt my heart get torn in half 
 As I watched you walk away, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 25 May 2008 02:52:33 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977353111&amp;grpId=3659174697244227&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Shelbia C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-05-25T02:52:33Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Help</title>
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      <description>I know you can't stay forever, but if I can just get through today, Tomorrow I'll still be lonely, But I won't ask you to stay. 
 I just want your company. Tomorrow I can cry. Today is for forgetting. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 02:36:56 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Shelbia C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-05-13T02:36:56Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Something a little different</title>
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      <description>I know it's not for me to question God, But I just don't understand how everything in my life can go so wrong And nothing worked out as I planned. I pray and I try not to doubt But somedays I just can't . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 01:13:41 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Shelbia C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-05-09T01:13:41Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A Little Something</title>
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      <description>I carry you beneath my eyelids, Damp and full of love. You collect in my lashes and try to escape as a tear on the run down my cheek But I wrap you in tissue And plant you close to my heart.</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 02 May 2008 04:06:06 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977336811&amp;grpId=3659174697244227&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Shelbia C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-05-02T04:06:06Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Gift</title>
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      <description> This is something completely out of the box for me.  I've been working on it for a while and I kept getting stuck.  I guess I have finished it, but I am not sure if I did what I wanted . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 07 Jun 2008 01:03:15 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Shelbia C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-06-07T01:03:15Z</dc:date>
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      <title>No regrets</title>
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      <description>If I'd died while you still loved me, Then I would never know the pain of watching you walk away and being all alone again. If I'd died in the beginning, before I memorized your face, then I wouldn't . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 18 May 2008 07:19:45 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Shelbia C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-05-18T07:19:45Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Just a Little</title>
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      <description>I saw you on the street today. You reached out for me, but I turned away. Our moment was over. I miss you, but not enough to forget. That last night ----- You didn't even notice The tears streaking my . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 01:44:55 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Shelbia C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-05-13T01:44:55Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Some Days</title>
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      <description>There are days when love just isn't enough And I get lost in the muck of other stuff, When little stones become ten feet tall And puddles don't have a bottom at all. There are days when it seems my heart . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 04 May 2008 19:20:56 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Shelbia C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-05-04T19:20:56Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Distance</title>
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      <description>I turned to you with a smile and a kiss 
 and you proceeded to mess up my inner bliss. 
 As I offered you my symbol of love 
 You took me down with an invisible glove 
 Because the man I kissed was not . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2008 08:23:45 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Shelbia C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-04-25T08:23:45Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Unfulfilled</title>
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      <description>They say that tomorrow is as yet unwritten, 
yet each day for me is a repetition of yesterday, 
and predicting my own future is as simple 
As recollecting my sordid past. 
Unfulfilled dreams and broken . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2008 04:54:34 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Shelbia C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-06-10T04:54:34Z</dc:date>
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