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    <copyright>Copyright Gather Inc 2009</copyright>
    <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 06:06:38 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Wishes to all of you~</title>
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      <description>It's about 10am here in Missouri. Two hours until the ball drops and rings in a new year. My kids are at their grandparents until Saturday, so my husband and I could get a much needed break for a . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 04:13:02 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Monica H.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-01T04:13:02Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Sunset on 2009</title>
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      <description>We have a tradition here of photographing the last sunset of the year and the first sunset of the new year.  So, tonight we captured the last sunset of the calendar year, 2009.  We look forward . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 03:31:31 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Madame Donna C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-01T03:31:31Z</dc:date>
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      <title>For A Moment on New Years Eve 2009</title>
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      <description>The house was quiet today, Christmas Tree unlit, shortly before 2:00 PM on New Years Eve, The fireplace going. Tootie  on the footstool in front of me. Tucker in his chair. Frosty mozeyed over . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 20:15:34 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>anna g. vanwinkle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T20:15:34Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A Decade Ends</title>
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 A thousand stories, koans, and teaching tales 
 Trace through my mind and yet 
 I cannot put even one to paper 
   
 Beset by what I will always think of 
 As the Decade of . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 15:15:15 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T15:15:15Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Morning</title>
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 A cold gray dawning 
 Snow is falling, wind howling 
 A winter morning 
   
 12/31/2009 8:01 AM</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 13:07:32 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T13:07:32Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Happy New Year 2010!!</title>
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 Wishing all of my Gather family the Happiest, Healthiest and most Prosperous New Year ever! 
 Love you All! 
 ~Esther</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 11:13:14 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Esther IS Flesh and Blood S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T11:13:14Z</dc:date>
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      <title>National Security Issue</title>
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 Unless you have explosives 
 In your shorts 
 Or a bomb in your bra 
 Why should you object 
 To a full body scan 
 Especially when for many 
 Taking off all their clothes 
 Is phase . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 21:49:54 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T21:49:54Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A vision and a Vow</title>
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      <description>As winter’s icy grip settled in 
 The Bard Sat alone, 
 The staff of power across his knees 
   
 As he half dozed he felt the staff 
 Begin to vibrate and then to throb 
 And a vision . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 16:49:06 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T16:49:06Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Stripped</title>
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 If all religious literature and discourse 
 Was stripped bare of metaphor, slimily 
 Speculation, inference and conjecture 
 What would be left? 
 The naked truth perhaps? 
   . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 05:36:55 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T05:36:55Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Speech</title>
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 Much is preached of Emptiness 
 But how can a discourse on the subject 
 Have any value when it is filled with sounds? 
   
 12/30/2009 12:13 AM</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 05:20:26 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T05:20:26Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Yeah! I Reached the Cash-Out Goal!</title>
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      <description>Thanks everyone for your views and comments, and I have reached the cash-out goal.   Sophie  you are right!  There's no PayPal option for $10 but I got a CVS card.  I go there every week . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 01:34:21 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Selene N.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T01:34:21Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Temptation</title>
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 For those who live alone 
 Especially at holiday time 
 There is a temptation 
 To write sad verses about loneliness 
 But that is really stupid 
 Not because they are not . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 21:47:15 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-29T21:47:15Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Bard Speaks</title>
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      <description>The Bard Speaks 
   
 As the winter closed in 
 And the people gathered around the harth 
 The Bard rose to speak 
   
 “If we had the ears to hear to hear 
 What stories would the . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 05:11:07 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-29T05:11:07Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Holiday rains on you</title>
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  Holiday    rains on a reserve forest  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 A winter rain passes; I pick up a deer 
 with a broken glass curse cast under its feet. 
 The rivulets of muddy blessings run as 
 I coax, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 01:01:01 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-29T01:01:01Z</dc:date>
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      <title>He’s Gone</title>
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      <description>The snow had stopped falling 
 And as the Bard walked along the path 
 He noticed something, 
 A wax wood staff and a begging bowl 
   
 He picked them up 
 And tenderly brushed the snow away . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 00:44:33 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-29T00:44:33Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Summoning Bell</title>
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 The Old Monk plodded along through the snow storm 
 His only possessions the begging bowl 
 Symbolizing his total dependence on God 
 The wax wood staff symbolizing 
 The strength of his Faith . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 17:24:19 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-28T17:24:19Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Hairless</title>
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      <description>I finally did it! 
 
 
 Back in April when I was getting ready for yet another move, I thought that I would be smart and get a perm in my hair.  Not an easy task as my hair was down past my waist.  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 02:54:34 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Esther IS Flesh and Blood S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-28T02:54:34Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Grail</title>
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 Since first brought to the Isle of the Mighty* 
 By Joseph the tin merchant 
   
 Enshrined in a tiny chapel of sticks and mud 
 Only to be lost and found and lost again 
   . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 27 Dec 2009 23:49:37 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-27T23:49:37Z</dc:date>
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      <title>How Many More?</title>
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 As the Old Monk walked the highways 
 And byways of the towns and villages 
 Seeing the Christmas lights and hearing the carols 
 The question crossed his mind unbidden 
 “How . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 27 Dec 2009 16:40:32 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-27T16:40:32Z</dc:date>
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      <title>This One Last Time( repost another cowboy poem)</title>
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 He sat straight and tall in the saddle 
 As he had for sixty years 
 But now the pain in his belly 
 Filled his eyes with tears. 
   
 He topped the ridge and looked down 
 . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 27 Dec 2009 13:21:20 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-27T13:21:20Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Bucking Horse (a repost)</title>
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      <description>Once there was a bucking horse 
 
 
 That they said no man could ride. 
 
 
 He was big and strong and his eyes were keen. 
 
 
 He was the color of rawhide. 
 
 
 
 
 The bareback riders . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 27 Dec 2009 04:05:31 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-27T04:05:31Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Memorable Saturday Afternoon</title>
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 In a rainstorm that seemed to whisper 
 “Build and Arc” 
   
 With food shopping that demanded to be done 
 I hate shopping 
   
 With a back aggravated by . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 26 Dec 2009 21:42:04 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-26T21:42:04Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Drought</title>
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 There are droughts when the rain is withheld 
 And people, animals and plants wither 
 And grow weak and some pray for death 
   
 Yet there is another kind of drought, a drought . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 26 Dec 2009 15:08:10 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-26T15:08:10Z</dc:date>
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      <title>True Meaning</title>
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 Many claim to know the true meaning of Christmas 
 And preach lofty sermon explaining it to other 
 Willingly enter into sometimes acrimonious debate 
 With anyone who sees it differently . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 26 Dec 2009 05:25:45 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977963216&amp;grpId=3659174697241562&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-26T05:25:45Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Divinization</title>
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      <description>  
   
 Reflecting on the Incarnation 
 Someone in the second century wisely wrote 
 “God became man so that man might become God” 
   
 Isn’t a pity 
 That so few . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 25 Dec 2009 16:57:37 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-25T16:57:37Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Unopened</title>
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 On Christmas Eve he looked at a very special bottle of brandy 
 Given to him by a very special lady, in what might be called better times. 
   
 It was still unopened although . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 25 Dec 2009 14:37:17 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-25T14:37:17Z</dc:date>
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      <title>All Dressed UP</title>
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      <description>Last night my parents arrived to our house, and we all got dressed up to go to Mass. The service was beautiful. There was a childrens choir, and a beautiful manger all decorated in the front. The lights . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 25 Dec 2009 08:50:12 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Monica H.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-25T08:50:12Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Solitude of a Winter Night</title>
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 Wind sighing through the bare trees 
 Snow crunching under foot 
 Snowflakes drifting in the air 
 First quarter moon rising 
 No poem from this Bard 
 No wise word from . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 25 Dec 2009 05:43:50 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-25T05:43:50Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Christmas Dinner</title>
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      <description>  
   
 There will be many empty places 
 At many dinner tables this Christmas 
   
 Amusing and sad stories will be told 
 About the ones who have gone 
   
 For many, behind . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2009 21:32:02 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-24T21:32:02Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Wander</title>
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      <description>With only a wax wood staff 
 And a begging bow 
 The Old Monk wanders 
 The wintery world 
 Without light or guide 
 Except for that 
 Which burns in his heart 
   
 12/24/2009 1:04 PM 
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      <pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2009 18:11:00 GMT</pubDate>
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