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    <title>Gather: Articles by Jessie B.</title>
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    <description>Recent Articles on Gather by Jessie B.</description>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 15:02:16 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>A dream I had last night</title>
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      <description>It wasn’t much just a hand reaching out to me from the pitch black abyss; the skin as dark as the soil that my neighbor uses to plant her azaleas. I reached out my own small shaking hand. It looked ethereal . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2009 15:54:46 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Jessie B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-05-03T15:54:46Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Jester (Marti Gras Poem)</title>
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      <description>Debbie’s the jester the jester of fun. 

 She parties all night and drinks a ton 

 When she’s not working 

 She’s beaded to the nines 

 Waiting to party 

 With anyone she finds 

 All year long . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 22 Feb 2009 00:50:24 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Jessie B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-02-22T00:50:24Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The new year is here, and I'm loving it.</title>
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      <description>It's a new year and a new semester for me at school.  I came back to school a few days ago, and just made it before the snow really started to fall.  Today it's about 21 degrees outside.  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 15 Jan 2009 19:04:23 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Jessie B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-01-15T19:04:23Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Selling more then a scent (poem)</title>
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      <description>So many times 

 I must plaster a smile 

 For different kinds 

 Of people I'm forced to beguile 

   

 They must try this new scent 

 That is coming soon 

 Selling it all; is my intent  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2008 02:29:46 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Jessie B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-12-29T02:29:46Z</dc:date>
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      <title>I know it was wrong but...</title>
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      <description>I know it was wrong but I burned a textbook today.  That stupid feminist theory book.  They wouldn't buy it back so I took it to a safe place where there was nothing flamable plus it had . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2008 18:12:13 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Jessie B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-12-15T18:12:13Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Let me be wrong (poem)</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977533167</link>
      <description>My is heart pounding wildly 

 I don't know what to do 

 found a lump 

 that should not be 

 I can't believe it's true 

 I won't know for some time 

 Doctors you know how it is 
 . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 12 Dec 2008 06:39:06 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Jessie B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-12-12T06:39:06Z</dc:date>
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      <title>a new land (POEM)</title>
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      <description>over the horizon 
 there sits a land 
 people aren't chosen 
 they stand hand in hand 
 
 they work with each other 
 so that all can succeed 
 every man is a brother 
 together they exceed 
 
 women . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 16 Oct 2008 01:54:19 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Jessie B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-10-16T01:54:19Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Creepy guy (POEM)</title>
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      <description>I met you last week 
 you seemed kind and meek 
 I thought we'd be friends 
 but our personalities just don't blend 
 I've tried being nice 
 a few words should suffice 
 but you wont leave . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2008 05:50:54 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Jessie B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-08-29T05:50:54Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Quandary (POEM)</title>
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      <description>My new found friend wont talk to me 
 I do not see how this came to be 
 All day I've been trying  
 but my attempts he aint buying 
 So I guess I should just set him free</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Aug 2008 02:27:36 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Jessie B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-08-03T02:27:36Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Dance of the heart (poem)</title>
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      <description>I stand before you  
 heart tap dancing  
 against my breast bone 
 the angry staccato beat 
 silently pleading for something 
 tap...taptaptap... taptap 
 anything to fill the void 
 to erase the space . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Aug 2008 01:55:53 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Jessie B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-08-01T01:55:53Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A quick update</title>
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      <description>Hello to everyone who cares to read this very short article.  I'm writing to you from my brand new computer!  It's finally arrived, yes.  So this is all I really wanted to say see . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 03:50:33 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Jessie B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-07-11T03:50:33Z</dc:date>
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      <title>George Carlin the man who spoke his mind</title>
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      <description>One of my favorite comedians, George Carlin, died last night from some sort of heart complication.  I absolutely loved this man he was outspoken saying things that others were afraid to.  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 16:26:10 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Jessie B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-06-23T16:26:10Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Affair (poem)</title>
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      <description>I love the feelings we share 
 and the ways you show me you care 
 no matter what I may say  
 you're there for me each and every day 
 you entice me with your dream 
 I look at you in high esteem . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 21:26:15 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Jessie B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-06-16T21:26:15Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Some advise would really be helpful PLEASE</title>
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      <description>Here is an update on my technology problems.  My I-Pod is fine now I just had to the onto the support line and it was fixed, but my laptop... Let's just say it's a useless broken piece of . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 04 Jun 2008 02:22:01 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Jessie B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-06-04T02:22:01Z</dc:date>
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      <title>First the my I-pod now my computer!!!! (rant)</title>
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      <description>It's time again for me to complain.  The I-Pod I received this past Christmas died on me late last night as I laid in bed with sleep that eluded me.  So I was upset about that, but I have . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 27 May 2008 03:26:03 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Jessie B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-05-27T03:26:03Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Secrets of the night (poem)</title>
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      <description>our hearts beat as one 
 in the darkness of night  
 misgivings of yesterday 
 gone with the light 
 
 two souls intertwined 
 in a battle of will 
 twisting and turning 
 till the other is still . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 03:03:42 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Jessie B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-05-22T03:03:42Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Is it better?</title>
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      <description>Is it better to have loved and lost, then to never have loved at all?  I've contemplated this question for a long time.  Every time I get close to an affirmative answer something happens . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 04:10:37 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Jessie B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-05-16T04:10:37Z</dc:date>
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      <title>I can't believe they did that (a rant)</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977337558</link>
      <description>So I go up to the fourth floor of my dormatory this evening after having a good time outside to visit with some friends.  When I get there I'm confronted with a bunch of drunk people (all my friends).  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2008 05:34:40 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Jessie B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-05-03T05:34:40Z</dc:date>
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      <title>thoughts in the morning (poem)</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977333568</link>
      <description>If the air was a bit warmer 
 or the sun a bit brighter 
 would I change my ways? 
 
 Should the sky above open 
 to reveal the secrets of 
 the universe to my eyes alone 
 would I comprehend its meaning? . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 02:52:50 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Jessie B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-04-28T02:52:50Z</dc:date>
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      <title>How beautiful the fickle rose (poem)</title>
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      <description>How beautiful the fickle rose 
 It promises sweetness 
 Then pricks thy finger 
 With it's thorny vine 

   
 The petals so soft and new 
 Tempts thy palm to touch 
 But it scurries in the wind . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 21:10:22 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Jessie B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-04-22T21:10:22Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The new gather don't you just love change?</title>
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      <description>Ahhhh..... what happened?  I came on to find a whole new site.  It's scary.  I don't understand I liked the old set up.  Now my homepage says ______ has befriended ____, and . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 11 Apr 2008 13:44:52 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Jessie B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-04-11T13:44:52Z</dc:date>
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      <title>When you come back (poem)</title>
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      <description>I feel you close to me  
 in everything I do 
 the warmth you always exuded 
 surrounds me 
  
 I smile up at the blue sky 
 as I walk to class 
 the memory of you  
 so sharp it stings 
  
 A soft sigh . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 18:37:30 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Jessie B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-04-01T18:37:30Z</dc:date>
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      <title>I was thinking (poem)</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977289723</link>
      <description>There are voices outside 
 Muffled but they're 
 Ready to come in 
 
 The nagging wail of a complaint 
 Then a short silence 
  Are you listening to me?  
 
 Beautiful daisies 
 And chocolate bunnies . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 23:20:07 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977289723</guid>
      <dc:creator>Jessie B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-03-20T23:20:07Z</dc:date>
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      <title>To want you (poem)</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977282735</link>
      <description>Oh to want you so 
 To wait all day for your kind words 
 The endearments that stick 
 To a heart so empty 
 
 A need that no longer can be filled 
 By a casual conversation 
 And a pat on the head 
 . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2008 19:15:29 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Jessie B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-03-12T19:15:29Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Why do you want to connect with me?</title>
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      <description>Sometimes I just can't understand  people.  Right now I'm staring at two people who want to connect with me, but what I don't understand is why?  When I ask to connect with someone . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2008 19:05:40 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Jessie B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-12T19:05:40Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A given heart (a poem)</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977255272</link>
      <description>A tear slides down my wind stained cheek 
 as I watch him drive away 
 he is all I want everything I seek 
 I silently plea for him to stay 
  
 but he leaves me standing on this cold winters day 
 I present . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 11 Feb 2008 04:01:37 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Jessie B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-11T04:01:37Z</dc:date>
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      <title>finish the sentence</title>
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      <description>·I am proud of... the card palace I built       

      ·I have a strange obsession with... hands.I have small hands in fact they are smaller then a 14 yearold boys thatI know. I like . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2008 02:01:32 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Jessie B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-01-23T02:01:32Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The song game</title>
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      <description>So i'm copying   Karenlyn   b/c it sounded fun. Below are a couple of lines from 40 random songs on my iTunes. See if you can guess which songs they are!  

  To do yourself:  

 Step 1: Put your . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 21 Jan 2008 22:45:35 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Jessie B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-01-21T22:45:35Z</dc:date>
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      <title>I'm Trying</title>
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      <description>&amp;quot;Tommy, I want you to go out there tonight and kick someyellow devils asses.    Do you hearme?&amp;quot;     A pale woman asked as she squeezedher son's hand.    Machines next . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2008 22:19:59 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Jessie B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-01-19T22:19:59Z</dc:date>
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      <title>If only (a poem)</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977233626</link>
      <description>My heart breaks when I think how wonderful this could be 

 If only the someone else you saw was me 

 I tried dressing up 

 and I tried dressing down 

 but you were to distracted by her long legs  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2008 01:27:43 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Jessie B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-01-19T01:27:43Z</dc:date>
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