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    <pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 14:37:31 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>SNOW SNOW SNOW.</title>
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      <description>I am getting a little tired of all the snow, but I know that God has a reason for it. So I will take it as it comes. We have over two feet on the ground, and the weather forcast says we might get another . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 13:24:47 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>(Jasper,(Disciple for Christ. w.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-06T13:24:47Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Smell of rubbish</title>
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      <description>With the girl that love cock 
 Behind the restaurant in the alley walking around the bright lights and the yellow tape of the cops need to go under to get to your car 
 Past the body in the alley blood . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 08:37:28 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Richard B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-06T08:37:28Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Essence of Woman</title>
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      <description>The Essence of Woman 
   
 By 
   
 Joanne M. Doyle 
   
 In the warm, wet, nurturing darkness, 
 She waits until it is her time. 
 Suddenly she is being forced 
 Into unfamiliar territory. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 05:15:08 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-06T05:15:08Z</dc:date>
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      <title>I Want To Write</title>
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      <description>I Want To Write 
 
   
 
 By Joanne M. Doyle 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 I want to write poetry that will make a difference 
 
 
 I want to write poetry that will touch the soul 
 
 
 
 
 So many people . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 04:48:54 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-06T04:48:54Z</dc:date>
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      <title>You Sleep</title>
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 I watch you sleep. 
 You are so peaceful lying there 
 you move and smile as I watch 
 and I know you dream. 
 Is it of me? 
 if it is... 
 What do we share? 
   
 I watch your chest rise . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 02:41:47 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>stephen berwaldt</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-06T02:41:47Z</dc:date>
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      <title>MY MUSE</title>
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      <description>A rictameter about my fickle little muse ~  
 
 
  
 
  MY MUSE 
 
 
 
 
 My muse, 
 
 
 she who inspires, 
 
 
 leaving creative thoughts 
 
 
 like so much candy in my brain. 
 
 
 But sometimes, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 02:18:57 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Rose (just an ole GA peach)  Williams</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-06T02:18:57Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Ballads of nothingness</title>
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      <description>Heart out on a fight  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 My shirt is torn by your acid, your hatred. 
 I bow before the allegations, the rage; 
 feeling insignificant, inadequate. 
   
 An owl hoots to a metropolitan . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 01:01:30 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-06T01:01:30Z</dc:date>
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      <title>I am who I am</title>
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      <description>I am who I am       Copyright ©2009 Dawn Kilby    
 
 
         
 
 
    I am...    
 
 
    but a child of God,    
 
 
    kindred spirit,    
 
 
    humble poet,    
 
 
    dreamer, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 23:47:02 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Dawn (fly on the wall)</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-05T23:47:02Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Butterfly Wings and The Movement of Air...</title>
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  All Flights Lead To Home  
 
 
 
  A butterfly landed upon my shirt  
 
 
  As I walked along the Bay;  
 
 
  I lifted him up on my finger to fly  
 
 
  But my Monarch decided to stay.  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 20:42:12 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Greg Wright</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-05T20:42:12Z</dc:date>
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      <title>High Lonesome ( a Re-print)</title>
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      <description>High in the Rockies 
 
 
 Blanketed now with snow 
 
 
 Often unmarred even by 
 
 
 The tracks of animals 
 
 
 Is the High Lonesome. 
 
 
 
 
 Late in the Spring 
 
 
 When the snow has . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 19:30:25 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-05T19:30:25Z</dc:date>
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      <title>love is kind, soothes the mind...</title>
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      <description>helps a lover unwind.    
 
 
         
 
 
      "If you love something, let it go free. If it doesn't come back,      
 
 
       you never had it. If it comes back, love it forever."   (Doug . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 18:21:24 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Dawn (fly on the wall)</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-05T18:21:24Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Reflection</title>
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      <description>  
   
 The moon is beautifully reflected 
 On the surface of the pond 
   
 But try to seize it 
 And all you will get is wet 
   
 1/5/2010 12:07 PM</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 17:13:20 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-05T17:13:20Z</dc:date>
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      <title>As a Lover</title>
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      <description>  
   
   
 The lady said I describe the U S as one describes a lover 
 How could it be otherwise? 
   
 From the gritty complexities of the great cities 
 To the sweeping foreverness . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 13:48:16 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-05T13:48:16Z</dc:date>
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      <title>STEADFAST</title>
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      <description>STEADFAST 
 S is Security that we all can have through Christ Jesus. 
 T is for the trinity, The Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. 
 E is for eternal life that we can have, if we are born again.  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 12:47:29 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>(Jasper,(Disciple for Christ. w.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-05T12:47:29Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Somebody Help Him Out!</title>
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  Assistance Is Required  
 
 
 
 
 
  God delivers hugs through Man,  
 
 
  He has no other means;  
 
 
  Spirit permeates the World  
 
 
  And moves within our dreams.  
 
 
 
 
 
  God . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 12:26:45 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Greg Wright</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-05T12:26:45Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Moon draped by cloudy sky - From My Ramblings...</title>
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      <description>  
 Moon draped by cloudy sky 
 In between peaks thoughts surround 
 Breeze passing explains 
 Meanings of words not spoke 
   
 Nature allures a nature's ail 
 See know whats not 
 Wishes . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 11:48:51 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Satya Jell</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-05T11:48:51Z</dc:date>
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      <title>guess what?</title>
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      <description>'tis true...   
 
 
  
 
    *photo courtesy of morguefile.com</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 07:44:55 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Dawn (fly on the wall)</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-05T07:44:55Z</dc:date>
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      <title>gather 'round...</title>
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      <description>Please help...   
 
 
  
 
   *child's photo, courtesy of morguefile.com</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 07:04:13 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Dawn (fly on the wall)</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-05T07:04:13Z</dc:date>
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      <title>thought #7</title>
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      <description>thought process, Jan. 5, 2010     
 
 
   Copyright ©2009 Dawn Kilby   
 
 
  thought #7  
 
 
     
 
 
  God owns my soul.  
 
 
  God owns my...  
 
 
  God owns...  
 
 
  God...  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 06:09:23 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Dawn (fly on the wall)</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-05T06:09:23Z</dc:date>
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      <title>thought #6</title>
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      <description>thought process, Jan. 5, 2010     
 
 
   Copyright ©2009 Dawn Kilby   
 
 
  thought #6  
 
 
       
 
 
   True love possesses my heart.            
 
 
    True love possesses . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 06:01:43 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Dawn (fly on the wall)</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-05T06:01:43Z</dc:date>
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      <title>thought #5</title>
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      <description>thought process, Jan. 5, 2010     
 
 
   Copyright ©2009 Dawn Kilby   
 
 
  thought #5  
 
 
     
 
 
  I don't have to breathe.  
 
 
  I don't have to love/hate.  
 
 
  I don't have . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 05:54:56 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Dawn (fly on the wall)</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-05T05:54:56Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Obscure, Unknown</title>
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      <description>  
 Though dark clouds obscure the moon 
 The moon is still there 
 Though unknown circumstances 
 Keep you from me 
 You are still present in my heart 
   
 1/5/2010 12:26 AM</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 05:33:47 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-05T05:33:47Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Why?</title>
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      <description>Why?   Copyright ©2009 Dawn Kilby   
 
 
       
 
 
  Why does grass grow?  
 
 
  Why is the sky above?  
 
 
  Why do lightning bugs glow?  
 
 
   Why ask why?   
 
 
  Why did God . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 04:17:30 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Dawn (fly on the wall)</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-05T04:17:30Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Unseen black outs</title>
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      <description>Black outs  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 I breathe mist. The tunnel of winter spreads for 
 fallen leaves, wintry angels, fading vagrants. 
 I breathe mist while everything blackens; 
 evanesces. Here, at this . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 00:53:28 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977976631&amp;grpId=3659174697244122&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-05T00:53:28Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Mavis</title>
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      <description>Mavis 
 
 By: Wilma Becraft 
   
 
 There once was a small girl, 
 
 
 who had not one lil curl. 
 
 
 How she begged and cried, 
 
 
 her cute lil face she would hide. 
 
 
 Off to the store her . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 00:40:11 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977976608&amp;grpId=3659174697244122&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Wilma B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-05T00:40:11Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Untitled</title>
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      <description>Untitled 
 
 By: Wilma Becraft 
 
   
 
 
 Tears roll down my cheeks, 
 
 
 every night i cant sleep. 
 
 
 This aint real its just a bad dream, 
 
 
 reality sits in and i start to scream. 
  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 00:34:56 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Wilma B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-05T00:34:56Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Today and Tomarrow</title>
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      <description>Today and Tomarrow 
 
 By: Wilma Becraft 
 
   
 
 
 I'll love you today, 
 
 
 cherish you tomarrow. 
 
 
 Make everything okay, 
 
 
 forget all our sorrows. 
 
 
 You make the sun shine bright, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 00:30:41 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Wilma B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-05T00:30:41Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Daddy</title>
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      <description>Daddy  
 
 
 By: Wilma Becraft 
 
 
     
 
 
  When everything is silent and still,  
 
 
  I can see daddy just over the hill.  
 
 
  Hard at work plowing the fields,  
 
 
  no time to rest . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 00:26:59 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Wilma B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-05T00:26:59Z</dc:date>
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      <title>thought #4</title>
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      <description>thought process, Jan. 4, 2010     
 
 
   Copyright ©2009 Dawn Kilby/Patricia Kilby   
 
 
   thought #4   
 
 
         
 
 
    Can you see me?    
 
 
    Can you see...    
 
 
   . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 00:18:38 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Dawn (fly on the wall)</dc:creator>
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   Copyright ©2009 Dawn Kilby/Patricia Kilby   
 
 
   thought #3   
 
 
         
 
 
    I will be fine.    
 
 
    I will be...    
 
 
    I . . .</description>
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