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	<title>RV Poetry &#187; A Glimpse at Lives</title>
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	<description>&#34;Life is lived like poetry is written: though each moment is its own rough draft, we can then ReVisit our past, ReValue our decisions, ReVise our forward path, and ReVitalize our passions.&#34; Marcia M Bogaert</description>
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		<title>Your Life, Perhaps?</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 22:59:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcia</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Your Life, Perhaps? paper dolls twilight moon spoon fed gravy call of the loon army men rattan hills spoon fed oatmeal call of the Jills childhood once a-dult-hood spoon fed carrots ideas, should circles lean squares collapse spoon fed words a heart&#8217;s relapse MeeAugraphie 09/05/08 When storms loom and paths change and more storms threaten [...]]]></description>
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<p>paper dolls<br />
twilight moon<br />
spoon fed gravy<br />
call of the loon</p>
<p>army men<br />
rattan hills<br />
spoon fed oatmeal<br />
call of the Jills</p>
<p>childhood once<br />
a-dult-hood<br />
spoon fed carrots<br />
ideas, should</p>
<p>circles lean<br />
squares collapse<br />
spoon fed words<br />
a heart&#8217;s relapse</p>
<p>MeeAugraphie<br />
09/05/08</strong></em></p></blockquote>
<p>When storms loom and paths change and more storms threaten and paths again play games, adrenalin surges built up wreak havoc in the calm that overruns the storm and that&#8217;s my excuse for excessive posts and I&#8217;m sticking to it. Wonder if I will have any adrenalin left when I really need it?</p>
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