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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 02:40:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Go back to sleep little one 
the thunderstorms are blowing in the summer
it&#8217;s only thunder and it will pass
smell the fresh wet air like new grass
the fireflies are coming alive
like fairies from a Midsummer dream
the little sprites that follow our loves and lives
they will know we&#8217;re leaving this yellow house
because they can speak with the [...]]]></description>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jun 2008 05:20:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s a parade.  Sirens in the distance.  Closing in - anticipation.
Led by today&#8217;s hero.  A Vietnam veteran.
The workaday heros follow him.
Flashing lights.  Loud in passing. 
Ladder 19 is our security.  Engine 1 our history.
Wave at the fire fighters like you know them
Catch the candy as they throw some
High School Band follows proud.  White shoes stepping.
Ladies and Lions club fall in line.
Sallie&#8217;s dance class [...]]]></description>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2008 05:18:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I live in a pretty town called Lincoln near a state park that at some point was given by the Olney family to the State of Rhode Island.  The park has a pond with a swimming beach, mountain bike trails, picnic areas, and an historic cemetary with Olney graves that date back before the revolutionary war.
I [...]]]></description>
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		<link>http://owlmountain.com/blog3/2007/08/06/21/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Aug 2007 03:25:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>tito</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[We&#8217;ll catch the sun &#8211; my sweet daughter
As it spreads gold on the water
We&#8217;ll watch trees spread their shadows
We&#8217;ll chase dragonflies and count the swallows
We&#8217;ll run downhill and up again
We&#8217;ll twirl our arms and spin
We&#8217;ll catch the sun &#8211; my sweet daughter
As it writes another golden day to water
When the moment is nearly perfect
When all is growing still and quiet
We&#8217;ll shout our [...]]]></description>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Jul 2007 02:49:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>tito</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The hot days linger into night.  
Water comes by thunderstorm.
My precious free days I seek cool water. 
Mountain streams.  Clear glacial ponds.  Oceans. 
I follow the cascading streams up mountains.
I live on boletes and watercress.
I find a valley where every pool is sweet and clear.
I look for stones round enough to roll a thousand miles.
I bring them to the river [...]]]></description>
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