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    <title>The Surreal Circus</title>
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    <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 22:05:57 GMT</pubDate>
    <dc:date>2010-01-04T22:05:57Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Rolling Thunder (These are the animals the government is planning to slaughter)</title>
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      <description>There wasn’t a sign of a rain cloud 
 
 
 In that clear Montana sky 
 
 
 But you could hear a sound like rolling thunder 
 
 
 From canyon walls so high. 
 
 
 
 
 You could feel . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 18:19:56 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-04T18:19:56Z</dc:date>
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      <title>it's me, mom</title>
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      <description>look in kind nurse's eyes 
 "I'm her son.   She doesn't know me." 
 I drink compassion</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 16:35:05 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Guy W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-04T16:35:05Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A lake in the boxes</title>
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      <description>Bitter taste of an afternoon  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 A moment streams down the roof. The noise 
 of rain enters. The northern window 
 opens its thirst. Is it you homing? 
 is it you a drenched bird is . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 01:01:37 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-04T01:01:37Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Isn't Is Not And Is; Another repost of sorts....</title>
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      <description>Sometimes  it   is great Sometimes,   not   is great I think it depends on whether you're a "glass half empty" Or "glass half full" kind of person I prefer "glass not half empty"</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 05:21:34 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Ferosh (Site Translator for LOLSPEAK)is O.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-04T05:21:34Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Eye of the Dreamer, as conceived by Lewis K.</title>
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      <description>In Legends of eld, three women dealt with time. 
 One was the Dreamer 
 another the Scryer, 
 and the third was the Seeker. 
 They have also, in more modern times been called 
 The Dreamer (she never . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 07:41:32 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Sharon P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-04T07:41:32Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Dreams, Desires?</title>
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 Lady Diana riding across the winter sky 
 Casting her beams enticingly on the sleeping earth 
 Wandering into a bedroom and onto slumbering lady 
 Caressing her face, her neck, her . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 05:12:36 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-04T05:12:36Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Vision Quest (Re post)</title>
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 On a mountain ledge that the white man 
 Would someday call Inspiration Point 
 Overlooking a lake that would be known as Jenny 
 Sat a boy. 
   
 No longer really a boy 
 But . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 05:27:18 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-04T05:27:18Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Buffalo Dancer</title>
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      <description>Buffalo dancer, buffalo dancer, 
 
 
 Dancing in the fading twilight. 
 
 
 Clad in head and hide and horns. 
 
 
 Spirit reaching to find the herd. 
 
 
 
 
 Bobbing weaving, charging, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 21:39:15 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T21:39:15Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Cycle Spent</title>
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      <description>The Yule cycle was spent 
 The twelve days of darkness since the Solstice 
 And the Bard could feel it 
   
 He could feel the light filling his mind 
 He could feel it enlivening and awakening . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 18:06:20 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T18:06:20Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Star shine and the Dark of the Moon (A reprint)</title>
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 Star shine on the prairie and the dark of the moon 
 Deep silence shrouded, yet not so silent 
 Wind stirs the Buffalo grass 
 A coyote howls and a distant train whistles 
   . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 17:44:22 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T17:44:22Z</dc:date>
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      <title>ABSENCE</title>
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      <description>it is so hollow the place where once lived my heart waiting your return 
 
 
 is there any meaning left your absence   leaves just a void 
 
 
   
 
 
 Michelle Wooten © 1-3-10 . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 17:35:19 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Michelle W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T17:35:19Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Night On the Chisum Trail (a repost)</title>
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 A million stars light the bowl of the sky 
 A thousand “beefs” bedded down for the night 
 Night hawk takes up his rounds, softly crooning. 
 High in the sky . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 15:44:26 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T15:44:26Z</dc:date>
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      <title>*YourWords*</title>
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      <description>Your words drenched me with color and light A blanket of intimacy, swirled, blending patterns of the warmest amber and majestic purple 
 I could not separate one piece of the quilt from another They . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 17:14:51 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>JustMe ~I'm happy to be~</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T17:14:51Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Sepulchral Satin ~ A Haiku for Lynn A. &amp; You!</title>
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      <description>Sepulchral Satin,   
 
 
   Caress Savoured Hogarth Curves,   
 
 
   Whisper Sweet Nothings...   
 
 
       
 
 
       
 
 
    ccl'010</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 03:41:03 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Curt  L.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T03:41:03Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Try</title>
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      <description>There’s a word used by rodeo cowboys 
 
 
 That’s as vast as the western sky. 
 
 
 It’s a noun and a verb and attitude. 
 
 
 And that single word is Try. 
 
 
 
 
 It’s . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 02:26:42 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977973468&amp;grpId=3659174697241313&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T02:26:42Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Figuring Out Salvation -- a sestina</title>
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      <description>Did you ever open your Bible and read a passage over and over until it no longer made sense, until you were dizzy with choices?  How to interpret something that sounds straightforward, but in fact . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 23:05:59 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Susan Budig</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-02T23:05:59Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A Calling To New Voice</title>
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      <description>  
 
  Feel the deep pulling song  
 
 
  inside, visions’  
 
 
  hungry words, sounds  
 
 
  sweatstained into highs'  
 
 
  stare from wet stars  
 
 
  soaked in thigh high surf.   
 . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 14:26:04 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977974096&amp;grpId=3659174697241313&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Laura M.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T14:26:04Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A Midwinter Sunset (photo essay)</title>
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      <description>Dusk comes early in deep midwinter.   I went out to do errands later in the day on December 28th, and saw this color show over the fairgrounds. I couldn't resist driving into the parking lot to see . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 05:29:40 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Alison H.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T05:29:40Z</dc:date>
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      <title>let me</title>
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      <description>  
   
   
                                                        . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 03:23:30 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Thomas W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T03:23:30Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Blue Moon</title>
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      <description>  
 In the biting cold of the December night 
 The Bard looked up at the full moon, the Blue Moon 
 But she said nothing to him 
 Perhaps he was Druid after all 
 And it was still Yuletide . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 02:06:18 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T02:06:18Z</dc:date>
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      <title>on to the next decade</title>
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  Ringing the Changes  
 
 
       
 
  Seconds of afterlight, Sun lapsed into horizon  
 
 
  Quiet of new snow, cold blanket to trees, roofs, road  
 
 
  Gentle twilight, before . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 22:36:03 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>libramoon  C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-02T22:36:03Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Child we leave</title>
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  The child we leave  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 I go down gradually; go under. Drown. 
 The pregnant river radiates my soul. 
   
 I know I am waiting on the pier; a child. 
 Two boats playfully . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 01:10:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T01:10:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Oh yikes!</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977973351&amp;grpId=3659174697241313&amp;nav=Groupspace</link>
      <description>By moving photos between albums on my own page I've resubmited them to selected groups?! Oh gad! Beware of an Ade tsunami possibly heading your way (I'm so sorry!).</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 00:10:17 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977973351&amp;grpId=3659174697241313&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Adrian Eve Revenaugh</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T00:10:17Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Saturday Writing Essential 1/02/10: What Have You Done!</title>
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      <description>  
 
  
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
 Here are the responses to last week's prompt: 
   
 
   Singing My Way Through Life, SatWE by    Elsie Duggan    . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 20:03:07 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Atticus *.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-02T20:03:07Z</dc:date>
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      <title>SINEAD &amp; FINN.</title>
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      <description>Sinead showed her beauty Undressed in her bed, lying  
 
 
  Beside Finn, who in his sleep, Spoke some other’s name, but  
 
 
  She sexing it hot, heard it not, But in her own over the top  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 19:54:58 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977973088&amp;grpId=3659174697241313&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Terry Collett</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-02T19:54:58Z</dc:date>
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      <title>TheYingInTheYangOfItAll~</title>
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      <description>The playful aspect of boy  
 
 
  in the man  
 
 
  was a saturated ink of movement  
 
 
  down the waterslide of his mind  
 
 
  her pen dripped a song into the fragrant perfume  
 
 
  of . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 19:43:31 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Purrrrrrrrrrr~Genki dashite~Nantoka naru-yo! S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-02T19:43:31Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Awaiting the Next Assignment</title>
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      <description>  
   
 It was the beginning of a new year 
 A new decade 
   
 And the Bard stood in the very center of the Wood 
 A place not often visited and then only by invitation 
   
 . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 17:00:08 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977972871&amp;grpId=3659174697241313&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-02T17:00:08Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Horrible strange dream</title>
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      <description>I had the yuckiest dream just before I woke up. 
   
 Apricot was sitting on the table minding her own business when I spotted something hanging from her mouth. 
 At the same time, my mother who . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 16:28:49 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977972835&amp;grpId=3659174697241313&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Sharon P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-02T16:28:49Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Love Poetry</title>
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      <description>Love Poetry 
   
 The language of love poetry 
 Should be as fluid as melting ice 
 And as warm as a cup of tea 
   
 1/2/2010 7:52 AM</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 12:58:43 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977972605&amp;grpId=3659174697241313&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-02T12:58:43Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Falling In The Forest</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977972019&amp;grpId=3659174697241313&amp;nav=Groupspace</link>
      <description>This is a poem I actually wrote many years ago, but it lacked a satisfactory finish. But over the years, especially in the last year, the ending with an implied moral warning has congealed. And it wasn't . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 03:33:53 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Gary (The Eclectic) Timothy</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-02T03:33:53Z</dc:date>
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