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 <title><![CDATA[Conservative Poet Tom Zart’s 87 Poems of Love Family & Faith]]></title>
 <description><![CDATA[Conservative PoetTom Zartâ??s 87 Poems of Love Family & Faith LIKE A LILY AMONG THE THORNS Like a lily among the thorns, So are you among the rest. Your love is my joy of life Which by Godâ??s grace is the best. When I sleep my heart is awake It is the vice [...] ]]></description>
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 <pubDate>Sun, 6 Dec 2009 08:28:00 CST</pubDate>
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 <source url="http://sewingmachinestitch.com">Sewing Machine Stitch . com</source>
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 <title><![CDATA[jedlene]]></title>
 <description><![CDATA[Forget it all – damn myself – and wonder, pray one thing is so … That you are happy, purely happy. Please let it be … Please let it go. … ]]></description>
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 <title><![CDATA[on a wednesday]]></title>
 <description><![CDATA[Flower folds whisper, undulating like a fabric sea of waves that strike heavy on that part of the mind that imagines – gives form to want, to a fire. . Alight across the way, blue discs of a colour fierce and shape embracing, engulfing – brimming waters deep, pregnant rivers to communicate. . In swe <b>...</b> ]]></description>
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 <pubDate>Sun, 6 Dec 2009 06:04:00 CST</pubDate>
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 <dc:creator>A romantic exile</dc:creator>
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 <title><![CDATA[ee cummings]]></title>
 <description><![CDATA[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/E._E._Cummings Poetry Despite Cummings's consanguinity with avant-garde styles, much of his work is quite traditional. Many of his poems are sonnets, albeit often with a modern twist, and he occasionally made use of the blues form and acrostics. Cummings's poetry often d <b>...</b> ]]></description>
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 <pubDate>Sun, 6 Dec 2009 05:44:00 CST</pubDate>
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 <title><![CDATA[A romantic exile]]></title>
 <description><![CDATA[4.43 or thereabouts I would guess … Our eyes met. … ]]></description>
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 <pubDate>Sun, 6 Dec 2009 05:37:00 CST</pubDate>
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 <dc:creator>A romantic exile</dc:creator>
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 <title><![CDATA[you're my angel]]></title>
 <description><![CDATA[You're my angel, you're the only sunshine in my life. Feels like heaven when you take me in your arms. ]]></description>
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 <pubDate>Sat, 5 Dec 2009 20:52:00 CST</pubDate>
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 <dc:creator>pancho/panchito/alicia</dc:creator>
 <source url="http://dreadelectric.livejournal.com/">je t&#039;aimerai pour toujours</source>
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 <title><![CDATA[ในบ้าน]]></title>
 <description><![CDATA[นั่งในบ้าน เงียบๆ อย่างอบอุ่น ]]></description>
 <link><![CDATA[http://loydmar.wordpress.com/2009/12/06/inmyhome/]]></link>
 <pubDate>Sat, 5 Dec 2009 20:37:00 CST</pubDate>
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 <dc:creator>Toon</dc:creator>
 <source url="http://loydmar.wordpress.com">Loydmar :: ลอยด์มาร์</source>
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 <title><![CDATA[INVASION]]></title>
 <description><![CDATA[Forged like an invasion This similar surprise He’s a coward in liason Like a militant demise The feathers are floating to the ground I can hear the silent brush Opened shadows when she came around With a gentle yet vigorous touch The basements cool and musty smell A piano tucked away next door The e <b>...</b> ]]></description>
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 <pubDate>Sat, 5 Dec 2009 18:21:00 CST</pubDate>
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 <dc:creator>ravenstooth</dc:creator>
 <source url="http://ravenstooth.wordpress.com">Ravenstooth&#039;s Blog</source>
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 <title><![CDATA[“Suspect” by Jack Grapes]]></title>
 <description><![CDATA[Suspect the poem that is not a matter of life & death. It is like all the other poems that are not matters of life & death. When a man talks to you without blinking an eye, when a man listens without glancing over his shoulder, his hand is on a knife and he knows what he wants. He wants your cripple <b>...</b> ]]></description>
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 <pubDate>Sat, 5 Dec 2009 16:24:00 CST</pubDate>
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 <dc:creator>lkthayer</dc:creator>
 <source url="http://lkthayer.wordpress.com">L. K. Thayer&#039;s Poetry Blog</source>
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 <title><![CDATA[RETRIEVE]]></title>
 <description><![CDATA[I can always look back in the past And retrieve perhaps a little laugh Wishing the one big sunset would last When I came upon its amazing path As the energy from youth is guided And your eyes are not there to see The anticipation of you’re doing undecided The reactions move on carelessly I could alw <b>...</b> ]]></description>
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 <pubDate>Sat, 5 Dec 2009 12:53:00 CST</pubDate>
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