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    <copyright>Copyright Gather Inc 2009</copyright>
    <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 16:21:51 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>OBITUARY</title>
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      <description> Some of you may have read this, but in sadness I must pass on the word of the latest death of a young star. It came as a forward and I am not the author. If, like everything else on the web, this . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 19:23:20 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>David W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-29T19:23:20Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Christmas in Heaven poems and quotes ~ Authors unknown ~</title>
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      <description>I know there is a heaviness of grief in many homes this year. Some are facing their first Christmas after loss, others of us are becoming "old pros" at riding out the waves of grief. Here's a few poems . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 16 Dec 2009 10:45:09 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Mrslisae Photography E.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-16T10:45:09Z</dc:date>
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      <title>For years I've hated Christmas</title>
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      <description>When I say I love my tree, I really, really do! My Christmas tree was purchased in a moment of despair and grief after my brother n law, best friend, and mentor all died suddenly, yet brings so much . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 16:05:48 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Mrslisae Photography E.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-10T16:05:48Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Thoughts On Thnksgiving</title>
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      <description>  
 For the first time since I began being a part of Gather I found myself thinking that I would not write a Thanksgiving Thank you. That is not to say I do not have much to be thankful for. On the . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 19:47:58 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kevin E.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-26T19:47:58Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Let Freedom Ring</title>
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      <description>Veterans Day was November 11th in 2009. This year there was much said to honor our veterans and active service men and women on that day. Flags were flying proudly and paper poppies were given out by . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 02:23:37 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kevin E.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-17T02:23:37Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A Tribute To A Grieving Friend</title>
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      <description>  
 There is a man who out of kindness befriended me. It was his kindness that made him share his knowledge and hard work with me. It was his kindness that made him open a door to a new career for . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 02:39:40 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kevin E.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-15T02:39:40Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The thing about Ricky</title>
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      <description>I had known Pastor Ricky before he was Pastor Ricky. A friend at school introduced me to his youth group and there I first met Pastor Ricky. The thing about Ricky was he saw with his heart. He didn't . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 19:45:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Mrslisae Photography E.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-06T19:45:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Some memorial pictures of 9/11 here</title>
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      <description>2 different places here 
      
   
   
   
   
   
   
 
    
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
 
  
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      <pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 20:30:19 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>.* Sandi *</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-11T20:30:19Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Heroes Are All Around Us With Love &amp; Death</title>
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      <description>Step inside a split-level stucco home at the end of a cul-de-sac in California. Walk to the family room. Step inside the room. It is a well-lit room with bright colors everywhere. Sounds of laughter . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2009 21:27:01 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kevin E.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-08-25T21:27:01Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Two Brothers Two Heroes</title>
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      <description>Two brothers born three years apart couldn’t have been more different from each other. One was tall handsome with looks that would just keep getting better as he got older. He had light brown curly . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Aug 2009 16:37:33 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kevin E.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-08-15T16:37:33Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Heroes Are All Around Us Through The Pain</title>
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      <description>Our hero didn’t start out to be a hero. He was just an average little boy. He was a handsome young man of eight years. He had thick blond curly hair and a dazzling smile. He was mature beyond his . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2009 02:18:06 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kevin E.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-08-11T02:18:06Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Waves of Emotion ~ poetry from my heart ~</title>
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      <description>Waves of Emotion    
 
 
  
 
    Deepening,darkening    
 
    Billowing down Relentlessly tossing My heart all 'round 
 
      
 
    Thoughts anchored    
 
    In yesterday's wounds Belief keeps . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2009 16:34:22 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Mrslisae Photography E.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-07-30T16:34:22Z</dc:date>
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      <title>~There's no easy way to say Good-bye~ 5yrs since Momma Donna went Home~</title>
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      <description>There's no easy way to say good-bye 
 
 
 
   
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
   When The Heart Bleeds 
 
 
 
 When The Heart Bleeds poem in memory of those I loved and lost  Painfully you slipped away I wasn't . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2009 13:06:39 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Mrslisae Photography E.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-07-30T13:06:39Z</dc:date>
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      <title>~When The Heart Bleeds~ re-write ~</title>
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      <description>Painfully you slipped away I wasn't prepared to let you go that day My heart was burning from the inside out I searched for comfort but found none about Now years have passed and you're really gone The . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 23 Jul 2009 18:23:11 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Mrslisae Photography E.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-07-23T18:23:11Z</dc:date>
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      <title>TARNISHED PENNIES, SYMBOLS OF LIFE</title>
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      <description> THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR SUPPORT. THIS WILL BE MY LAST POST AND TRIBUTE FOR MY SON FOR THE TIME BEING. I HOPE I HAVE NOT INFLICTED MY SORROW UPON YOU. 
 IF NEED BE, MOVE ON TO ANOTHER POST. 
 THANKS, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2009 15:55:15 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>David W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-07-03T15:55:15Z</dc:date>
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      <title>I BRAKE FOR SPEED BUMPS</title>
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      <description>  
 
 I BRAKE FOR SPEED BUMPS 
 
   
 By David Wainland 
   
   
 Speed bumps, a poor analogy 
 For the moments of crisis in life 
 I have always faced those occasions 
 With the resistance . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2009 14:35:56 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>David W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-07-01T14:35:56Z</dc:date>
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      <title>IF WE HAD THREE WISHES...</title>
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  JEREMY ADAM WAINLAND  
 
 
     
 
 
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  BELOVED SON, FATHER, BROTHER  
 
 
    . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2009 14:00:28 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>David W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-07-01T14:00:28Z</dc:date>
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      <title>My Memorial Page</title>
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      <description>I know this post is going to be sad. I know that I'm going to cry. But so help me if I don't release some of this pain, my heart is just going to explode! I currently have nobody. 0 absolutely no one . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 30 Jun 2009 12:43:42 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Mrslisae Photography E.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-06-30T12:43:42Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Picking Up The Pieces</title>
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      <description>I have been spending some time with a friend whose wife  committed  suicide some weeks ago and observed how hard it is for him to begin to pick up the pieces of his life. For him picking up the pieces . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2009 14:24:53 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kevin E.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-06-22T14:24:53Z</dc:date>
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      <title>FINDING STRENGTH IN A STORM</title>
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      <description>  

   FINDING STRENGTH IN A STORM   

     

  ©  2009 by David Wainland 

     

   

 Dad dropped off the last step of the twenty-foot ladder and smiled up at his latest project. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 21 Apr 2009 20:36:55 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>David W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-04-21T20:36:55Z</dc:date>
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