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    <copyright>Copyright Gather Inc 2009</copyright>
    <pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 23:08:33 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Arkansas haiku</title>
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      <description>Where cloud meets mountain 
 Grams grey hairnet weights autumn 
 flattens all color.</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 19:03:33 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Debbie G.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-10-15T19:03:33Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Friendship carved in Braille</title>
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      <description>A Catholic friend told me about the elderly Mrs. Allen. She lived across town in "another parish" whatever that meant. and needed a ride to Mass. Apparently her seeing eye dog was aging and had to be . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 21:26:32 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Debbie G.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-10-08T21:26:32Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Haiku for Dan</title>
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      <description>Mesmerizing touch 
 Newborn son's fingernail grasp 
 Translucent newness.</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 02 Oct 2009 02:52:01 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Debbie G.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-10-02T02:52:01Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Bread crumbs..a free write</title>
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      <description>While the comet hung night after night suspended I tossed chips and bread to a hungry armadillo. What did he know of Haley's wonder the cause for celebration the reason for his bounty? Neither the comet . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 23:43:15 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Debbie G.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-10-01T23:43:15Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Moth and I</title>
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 Hoping in vain for the sun to quickly dry wings not ready for flight while the storm clouds lean to the earth in their heaviness. It was a mistake to choose this very place to hope. Mothness . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 15:41:38 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Debbie G.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-17T15:41:38Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Uncertainty</title>
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      <description>We have shared some fine adventures you and I. 
 Traveling together in  parallel lives 
 Crisscrossing often 
 all types of terrain. 
 We meet again here 
 today. 
 Sharing company before the sun . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 11:12:12 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Debbie G.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-15T11:12:12Z</dc:date>
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      <title>God Bullets (Repost)</title>
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      <description>No one ever needed to shoot God bullets into my heart. Offering lilacs would have done the job as well or better. Westminister church. I sat in God's house expecting to recieve color and fragrance from . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 14:42:03 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Debbie G.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-09T14:42:03Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Free writing typo's and all..</title>
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      <description>Not sure why I think of it tonightIt isn't saturday or sunday and I know it was back then one or the other. The bells were ringing at the church across from the hospitalringing the call to the faithful . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 02:36:02 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Debbie G.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-01T02:36:02Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Think, people, think</title>
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      <description>I am not proud to say that I normally steer clear of political discussions. You know, dissenting opinions and plans about real life issues. They aren't for me. I don't consider myself knowledgable enough . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2009 15:10:01 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Debbie G.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-08-21T15:10:01Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Not forgotten</title>
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      <description>Phengphang 
 Crossed the mountains fleeing with her children and her husband fell and got up in the dark. 
 By the time I knew her her oldest spoke some English. Left some notes and on one day her mother's . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 16:56:22 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Debbie G.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-08-18T16:56:22Z</dc:date>
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      <title>I think...</title>
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      <description>I think of all the things I want to share with Lili 
 
 
 and hope to be around long enough to share them 
 
 
 with Ari when she is old enough to remember too. 
 
 
 
 Like falling asleep under the . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 07 Aug 2009 17:11:41 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Debbie G.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-08-07T17:11:41Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Discourse with Pain</title>
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      <description>Seeking a truce 
  with conditions. 
  I know that you know 
  I propose it 
  between you and I only. 
  I know that you know 
  on any other front 
  I will still fight you with every means at my . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 16:54:47 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Debbie G.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-08-06T16:54:47Z</dc:date>
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      <title>It looked like cowardice</title>
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      <description>It looked like cowardice to some who carried signs marching 'came out' to families, friends and employers proud and you must know it. 
 In retrospect I was wrong thinking their acts were only their own . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2009 18:23:41 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Debbie G.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-07-21T18:23:41Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Things the rock quarry taught me</title>
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      <description>When I was growing up and spending all my free time on horse back I often rode to an old abandoned rock quarry. The rugged terrain, the paths leading to new layers of trees and wild life appealed to me. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2009 16:36:44 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Debbie G.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-07-21T16:36:44Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Dangerous delusion</title>
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      <description>Very little light spilled into the tack room. 
 We were silhouettes to each other. 
 The old man with the shaking gun 
 and Kathy and I 
 our peals of laughter cut short by his stooped shadow. 
 "Step . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 21:42:50 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Debbie G.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-07-18T21:42:50Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Righteous of the Nation</title>
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      <description>She was bent with age when they found her. 
 She wore a green scarf. 
 A great grandmother few would notice. 
 Everyday for 28 months 
 though younger then 
 she filled a bucket with food 
 so no one . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 14 Jul 2009 21:36:19 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Debbie G.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-07-14T21:36:19Z</dc:date>
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      <title>I can't help wishing</title>
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      <description>It's the kind of day I used to wish for a day off. 
 Sunny, but not too hot with a breeze that borders on wind. 
  I'd exit the hospital with a tinge of regret at having missed this kind of day. 
 No . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 14 Jul 2009 18:00:28 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Debbie G.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-07-14T18:00:28Z</dc:date>
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      <title>To a nurse, from a nurse</title>
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      <description>By the time you finish your twelve hour shifts it will have been two days since you spent time with your infant daughter. As badly as I miss being able to work, I know how wrong that feels. I know that . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 15:41:29 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Debbie G.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-07-07T15:41:29Z</dc:date>
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      <title>If you can and will</title>
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      <description>If it wasn't all just misfiring synapses, if I didn't just grossly misinterpret all of the times we have shared, you and I make a pretty good team. Oh I know you did the big and important stuff, but what . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2009 13:53:06 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Debbie G.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-06-05T13:53:06Z</dc:date>
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      <title>At my elbow</title>
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      <description>During the chest compressions on concrete. Twice. 

 On carpet in homes. Neighbors, not hospice patients. Let's see. 

 Gunshot once. Stroke. Thats two. Baby respiratory arrest. 

 Three times there . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 17:49:56 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Debbie G.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-05-12T17:49:56Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Still</title>
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      <description>When I say the morning calls of birds outside my window 

 reminds me of my childhood 

 I am really saying 

 I am still 

 a lover of bird songs. 

 I am still loving. 

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      <pubDate>Wed, 29 Apr 2009 01:05:34 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Debbie G.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-04-29T01:05:34Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Disagreement..character studies</title>
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      <description>I wanted the hay. It was fragrant, not dusty. It was less per bale than other hay from the area. It was also sold by a black man on the edge of the small nearby Texas town where I lived who said he could . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 19:04:26 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Debbie G.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-03-24T19:04:26Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Word from Down Under</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977624415</link>
      <description>I just spent a most delightful Skype/web cam visit with Tonia and family. We visited for about an hour following the family reunion, in what will likely be our last long interchange for the remainder . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 14 Mar 2009 15:02:30 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Debbie G.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-03-14T15:02:30Z</dc:date>
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      <title>I couldn't watch all of it</title>
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      <description>The Diving Bell and The Butterfly directed by  Julian Schnabel  won four Academy Awards in 2008. I couldn't watch all of it. The fine photography made the reality of Jean-Dominque Bauby's locked-in . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 14 Mar 2009 05:20:46 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Debbie G.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-03-14T05:20:46Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Motorcycle Diaries</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977621555</link>
      <description>Tonight in an effort to try to sleep I started a movie on Netflix called The Motorcycle Diaries, the true story of an adventure that spanned South America in 1952. I should have known with Tonia on the . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2009 08:15:57 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Debbie G.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-03-12T08:15:57Z</dc:date>
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      <title>I saw the light</title>
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      <description>Technology is a wonderful thing. It let me visit Tasmania tonight and glimpse daylight on the other side of the world. I think it was the sunlight streaming through Uncle Frank's window that illuminated . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 10 Mar 2009 04:37:29 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Debbie G.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-03-10T04:37:29Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Whirlybird</title>
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      <description>Beneath the maple tree 
Over and over again knobby knees stooping. 
Small hands raising the whirlybird seeds high, higher. 
. 
Serious child eyes studying the ragged and sudden descent 
over and over . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 24 Feb 2009 18:20:15 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Debbie G.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-02-24T18:20:15Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Happy Valentine's Day</title>
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      <description>I never saw you coming. 

 I never envisioned such bliss. 

 I never hoped on the brightest star 

 that you could even exist. 

 What did I do in this lifetime 

 somewhere on a long lonely path 

 that . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2009 22:00:20 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Debbie G.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-02-14T22:00:20Z</dc:date>
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      <title>History... January 20th, 2009 Inauguration</title>
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      <description>Today she put her hand on my shoulder 

 My mother 

 Who though agnostic 

 hated how Hazel was shunned at work 

 and ridiculed. 

 Black and Pentecostal. 

 Two strikes too many against her 

 in a . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 21 Jan 2009 06:03:41 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Debbie G.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-01-21T06:03:41Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Wonder what became of her</title>
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      <description>Early one morning I drove into an empty parking lot to catch the first of a downtown sale. 
I had exited the car when I first spotted her wheeling her burdened shopping cart furiously in my direction. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 22:10:34 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Debbie G.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-01-06T22:10:34Z</dc:date>
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