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    <pubDate>Fri, 08 Jan 2010 13:24:10 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>No special place to go.</title>
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      <description>The old man walked down the dusty road. 
 Kicking stones . Age on him showed. 
 Thoughts from the past come from time to time. 
 A small child playing . Laughter , crying. 
 Having Mother hold you . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2009 20:33:37 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Howard b.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-08-23T20:33:37Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A snippet by Howard.</title>
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      <description>We keep our faith and  gain strength. 
 Knowing that tomarrow will be a  better day. 
 Short , But to the point.</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2009 19:29:57 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Howard b.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-07-12T19:29:57Z</dc:date>
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      <title>life was rough on us kids.</title>
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      <description>I read Kathryns stories about her as a child. It was a different time and world than it is now. I was one of seven children. We about drove our parents crazy.lol. Hey at times it was fun. It's a wonder . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 04 Jul 2009 05:02:23 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Howard b.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-07-04T05:02:23Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The dream store.</title>
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      <description>While walking down the broken path. 

 Concrete old and full of cracks. 

 I see a sign above the door. 

 You get the dreams that you pay for.  

   

 From blood shot eyes and snarled grin. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 20:28:44 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Howard b.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-05-14T20:28:44Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A cold ride in the seventies.</title>
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      <description>I lived in Belair Maryland in the seventies. This was around 1974. I was working in my garage on a 1961 chevy 2 door hardtop. They called this car a bubble top bcause it had a lot of glass.The phone rang . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 06 Apr 2009 21:52:38 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Howard b.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-04-06T21:52:38Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Great shows in the 60's ,70's ,80's .</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977645065</link>
      <description>My wife and I were eating lunch today .We live in a trailer and it is kind of small. So we can watch tv while we eat. Well there just wasn't anything on worth watching. You couldn't say this for . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2009 01:19:26 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Howard b.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-04-03T01:19:26Z</dc:date>
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      <title>dreams are free.</title>
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      <description>Dreams are free for those who want them. 

 Dreams are there for you and me. 

 Close your eyes and think of someone . Something or a place to be. 

 Travel lands you've never been to. 

 Have all . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 01:34:08 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Howard b.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-03-13T01:34:08Z</dc:date>
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      <title>My son Andy. I.m so proud of this guy.</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977612775</link>
      <description>My youngest son Andy has epilepsy. He has always been a little slow to learn some things. Like riding a bike for instance. His balance was not always quite right. He wasn't the best in sports. But . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 06:40:29 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Howard b.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-03-03T06:40:29Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Thanksgiving wasn't so great in 1972.</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977581691</link>
      <description>I had just married in 1972.  settled in a little town by the name of woodbridge ,Virginia. 

 I had an old motocycle I kept at my brothers house. Just a piece of junk to play with . 

 He lived in . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2009 23:18:17 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Howard b.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-02-01T23:18:17Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Fear in the night.</title>
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      <description>As darkness loomed he could hear the sounds of footsteps behind him. A skinny little boy of twelve . Brought up in a small southern town. Born to a poor family. A large family. Too many mouths to feed . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 07 Jan 2009 21:37:20 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Howard b.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-01-07T21:37:20Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Flatter someone today.</title>
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      <description>Thats what my wife said this morning at breakfast. We always say I love you . 

 every day. for over 28 years.  Today let someone know that you love them . 

 Or tell them they are doing a great . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 27 Dec 2008 22:21:18 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Howard b.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-12-27T22:21:18Z</dc:date>
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      <title>you have shown me these things.</title>
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      <description>she reached into my heart . 
and shown me things I never thought I would see. 
She taught me caring . something I thought I could never do. 
Love . Not just to receive it . But to show it as well. 
  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2008 07:49:34 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Howard b.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-12-03T07:49:34Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Different roads</title>
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      <description>You take a path in life. 

 You know not what lays ahead. 

 You could miss the love of a lifetime. 

 Right or left ? 

 one to hurt ,To pain. 

 One to everlasting dreams. 

 No way to the past. Hearts . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2008 20:30:55 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Howard b.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-11-15T20:30:55Z</dc:date>
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      <title>summers end.</title>
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      <description>The sun still shines brightly. 

 On beaches of sand. 

 beach ball bouncing with the wind. not with chldrens hands. 

 No kites in the sky. no small shovels in the sand. 

 Labor days here ,summer ends. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Sep 2008 18:15:23 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Howard b.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-09-01T18:15:23Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Summer is here.</title>
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      <description>Cool Breezes blow though trees of green.  
 The sounds of childrens laughter as they are playing  with glee. 
 Soft sandy beaches . And a blue sky never ending. 
 Seagulls flying . To the air kites . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 16:10:19 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Howard b.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-04-28T16:10:19Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Baby Mary Jane.</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976999708</link>
      <description>I married Jan in 1980  She had come from a battered marriage. It lasted 11 years. She was working in a convience store in Maryland. I walked in one day and saw her. I really didn't notice but . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2007 03:05:49 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Howard b.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-05-14T03:05:49Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Little hands.</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976994919</link>
      <description>Little hands that reach to touch you.

Little arms that hold you tight.

Little head upon the pillow .

As he lays dreaming every night.

 

Little eyes that look for knowlege.

And a smile that lights . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 07 May 2007 22:43:46 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Howard b.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-05-07T22:43:46Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The time my Mom was shot.</title>
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      <description>This story starts out in Maryland. It was 1968 . I was eighteen at the time. We lived in the country. You had to drive up a long winding gravel road  through the woods to get to our house. We . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2007 07:03:41 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Howard b.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-05-06T07:03:41Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Bad times when I was 8 years old.</title>
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      <description>We lived in seaford ,Virginia.Around 1958. My name is tom. I have a twin brother .His name is Steve. I also have an older brother. He was about 10 at this time. It was summer. Middle of the week. Hot sultry . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2007 05:58:01 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Howard b.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-05-06T05:58:01Z</dc:date>
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      <title>childhood memories in Virginia.</title>
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      <description>In 1962 We lived in a big two story house In Alberta ,Virginia. When we moved into the house we didn't Have electricty. The previous renters did not pay the electric bill. So the power company wanted . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 30 Apr 2007 02:48:36 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Howard b.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-04-30T02:48:36Z</dc:date>
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      <title>schools used to be the best babysitter a mom could have.</title>
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      <description>Remember when Mom would drop you off at school. or watched as you got on the bus. Once you went in front door of the school or got on that big yellow bus. She could relax. We were out of her hair for 7 . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 19 Apr 2007 00:39:23 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Howard b.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-04-19T00:39:23Z</dc:date>
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      <title>He sat and told a story.</title>
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      <description>He sat and told a story. Of a couple they once knew. 
 A loving ,caring story. Of Two children ,me and you. 
 As he sat there beside her. A smile upon her face. 
 She ask for him to read it. As tears . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2007 00:43:55 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Howard b.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-04-13T00:43:55Z</dc:date>
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      <title>growing up in the south.</title>
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      <description>We were a large family. &amp; kids born to a poor world. I was about 12 at this time.I live with my family in dinwiddie .Virginia. We lived in a old two story house besides a stuckey's store. I remember . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2007 01:54:08 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Howard b.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-04-05T01:54:08Z</dc:date>
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      <title>My Dads vacation.</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976945628</link>
      <description>The only vacation I remember my Dad taking was in 1961. We lived in alberta ,Virginia. In a one story house with a attic bedroom. I was eleven at the time. Me and my six brothers and sisters had a lot . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2007 02:35:58 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Howard b.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-03-30T02:35:58Z</dc:date>
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      <title>smoking when I was eight.</title>
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      <description>This story starts out in Denbie ,Virginia. The year was 1958. I was eight years old. We lived on an old farm .We were allowed to live there free as long as my Dad tore down the barn and all the outbuildings. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 28 Mar 2007 04:16:32 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Howard b.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-03-28T04:16:32Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Things about me.</title>
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      <description>1 .Me and my twin were the first set of twins born in a new hospital in lawerenceville, Virginia.

2.I am one of seven children born to my family.

3. me being next to the oldest. My twin being 5 minutes . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 18 Mar 2007 04:23:38 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Howard b.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-03-18T04:23:38Z</dc:date>
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      <title>jumping off bridges.</title>
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      <description>I remember back in 1968. It was summertime in Maryland.My favorite time of the year. I was 18 at the time. We would always go to the same place every time to swim. Me and my brothers  and several . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 17 Mar 2007 04:40:18 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Howard b.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-03-17T04:40:18Z</dc:date>
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      <title>when we were kids.</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976920809</link>
      <description>I remember when we lived in conowingo ,Maryland .I was  almost 16. My name is tom. I'm one of seven children . I am nex't to the oldest. We rented an old farm house with a dairy in the back.  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 01 Mar 2007 03:50:45 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Howard b.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-03-01T03:50:45Z</dc:date>
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      <title>times a wasting.</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976915633</link>
      <description>You sit there and you watch it go.

When young , It seemed to move too slow.

A lot of it was spent on play.

The darkness came and took the day.

To lay at night and watch the stars.

And hear the sound . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 21 Feb 2007 22:23:26 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Howard b.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-02-21T22:23:26Z</dc:date>
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      <title>is there a reason ?</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976915033</link>
      <description>Is there a reason for me to hurt?

Is there a reason to be put in the dirt?

To turn to ash , The color of gray.

To be put in the ground .

Beneath the layers of clay.

Only a memory, A thought in one's . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 21 Feb 2007 03:26:15 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Howard b.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-02-21T03:26:15Z</dc:date>
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