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<description>A little something for the rest of us...</description>

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<title>Poetry</title>

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Poetry

Yearned for her. 
Got her.
Shit.
 
Bob Church copyright 2007</description>

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<pubDate>Sun, 18 Nov 2007 09:13:00 -0600</pubDate>

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<title>&quot;Take a penny, leave a penny&quot;</title>

<description>&quot;Take a penny, leave a penny&quot;

I can&#039;t speak for you, certainly, but I&#039;m convinced that clerks at some convenience stores are abusing the &quot;take a penny, leave a penny&quot; trays that sit next to the cash register. Just think about it  how many times have you walked into t</description>

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<pubDate>Fri, 16 Nov 2007 09:17:00 -0600</pubDate>

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<title>Thoughts Upon A Summer Evening</title>

<description>
 
 Inspired by: 
New England Woman
Mrs Jedediah H Richards
By Cecelia Beaux (1895)
 
 
 
Thoughts Upon A Summer Evening
Now, ain&#039;t it just like him? Here I sit, all dressed up, apparently with nowhere to go. It&#039;s not so much that I really like barn dances, but he promised. I und</description>

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<pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2007 08:57:00 -0600</pubDate>

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<title>Esoterica</title>

<description>This is my Workshop Challenge, my interpretation of The Yellow Blouse by William M. Chase.  

Esoterica
 
Totality of beauty emerges through unlocked doors;
sometimes meandering, others in passion&#039;s scurry,
but always true to its innocence- for only there 
can it find eternal dominion.  </description>

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<pubDate>Wed, 14 Nov 2007 09:03:00 -0600</pubDate>

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<title>Her Last Mardi Gras</title>

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Her Last Mardi Gras
Party streamers. Luciana LaBalenciaga surveyed the balcony meticulously before proceeding, taking great care not to step on any of the colorful beads and paper shards that only recently had been blasted onto revelers who&#039;d poured out of the apartment for a prime position </description>

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<pubDate>Wed, 14 Nov 2007 05:32:00 -0600</pubDate>

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<title>Lady Of Spain, I Adore You</title>

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Lady of Spain, I Adore You
Mothers, in their attempts to enrich their sons&#039; lives, often resort to unconventional tactics.  For example, my mother believed that the accordion was an instrument that people actually enjoyed.  I never really inquired how she came to this conclusion (not that </description>

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<pubDate>Mon, 12 Nov 2007 07:42:00 -0600</pubDate>

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<title>Litany of Punishment Too Bizarre To Escape Comment</title>

<description>I&#039;ve given up my pursuit of learning the cello. Admittedly, what few attempts I may have made while an adolescent, while pluperfect, were less than vigorous. Frankly, the cello is an instrument whose tones I consider abhorrent if not totally repugnant, and any claims I may have made to attracti</description>

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<pubDate>Mon, 12 Nov 2007 07:47:00 -0600</pubDate>

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<title>The Lessons of a Ladle</title>

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The ladle isn&#039;t pure silver, certainly, and may not be silver at all. Like as not, it&#039;s some lesser alloy of tin, forged in the 1850&#039;s or thereabout, close as anyone can remember, but it&#039;s silver in color at least. It doesn&#039;t matter, though. It manages to stay pretty clean</description>

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<pubDate>Thu, 8 Nov 2007 07:56:00 -0600</pubDate>

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<title>I&#039;m sorry, I have to say goodbye.... you&#039;ll find someone else</title>

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I'm sorry, I have to say goodbye... you'll find someone else
Sheena Easton, you are dead to me. I don&#039;t care if you are scheduled to perform at the Lewis Family Playhouse in Rancho Cucamonga in November, I don&#039;t feel any desire to be in attendance. 
Okay, okay  you are rather attrac</description>

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<pubDate>Wed, 7 Nov 2007 11:09:00 -0600</pubDate>

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<title>Shingled House</title>

<description>Shingled House 
Shingled house, shingled house,
sitting in the glen,
won&#039;t you open up for me
and let me walk on in?

Surely you can tell that
I&#039;m a very weary man,
I&#039;ve picked these wild grapes today
and stuck &quot;em in this can.

My eyes aren&#039;t what they once were</description>

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<pubDate>Tue, 6 Nov 2007 03:23:00 -0600</pubDate>

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