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    <title>Gather: Articles by Marne  S.</title>
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    <copyright>Copyright Gather Inc 2009</copyright>
    <pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 11:53:10 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>A Ride In Hell</title>
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 Upon the winds of hellish torment she rode 

 Steadied only by a slight grasp of sanity 

 Buffeted by their relentless greed and anger 

 Assailed by The Past and its deep sorrows 

 Onward . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 18 Dec 2008 23:40:16 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Marne  S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-12-18T23:40:16Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Midnight Drive</title>
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  Midnight Drive  

     

  Speeding through the night on ribbons of concrete.  

  Sleeping giants lined up in rows, quiet for now.  

  Clouds ruddy from luminescent life laying below. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 18 Dec 2008 20:48:36 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Marne  S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-12-18T20:48:36Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Fog</title>
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 Sound played off the fog 

 Bumping from dewdrop to dewdrop 

 Hiding things in its mist 

 Secrets, terrors, darkness 

 As his feet slipped and skidded 

 Over slick and slime 

 Furtive glances . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 17 Dec 2008 19:39:27 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Marne  S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-12-17T19:39:27Z</dc:date>
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      <title>SUNLIGHT &amp; SMOKE</title>
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      <description>SUNLIGHT AND SMOKE ©

 

She was a wisp of smoke in sunlight,

floating free and lazy as the air.

Slightly opaque and untouchable,

leaving her scent hanging there.

 

Grace, as her beauty . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 29 Sep 2006 23:02:08 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:date>2006-09-29T23:02:08Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Destiny</title>
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      <description>Many Destiny's await me upon the crest of the hill
Some unimagined, and some that bode me ill.
There are those long prayed for that I can glimpse
Those long dreaded, I know will make me wince.

Oh . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 24 Sep 2006 02:13:25 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Marne  S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2006-09-24T02:13:25Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Flirting With Death</title>
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      <description>Anorexia had flirted with Death for many a year,
He begun, at last to call her darling and dear.
She didn't mind his appearance gaunt and gray,
It was his peace, she admired, at the end of the day. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 17 Sep 2006 23:29:45 GMT</pubDate>
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