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	<title>Comments on: shadows</title>
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		<title>By: joecloyd</title>
		<link>http://www.haggardandhalloo.com/2009/07/02/shadows/comment-page-1/#comment-1461</link>
		<dc:creator>joecloyd</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Jul 2009 23:36:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I don&#039;t understand it. I&#039;ve read it over 5 times. Who knows? It may be good. But it doesn&#039;t do anything for me.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I don&#8217;t understand it. I&#8217;ve read it over 5 times. Who knows? It may be good. But it doesn&#8217;t do anything for me.</p>
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		<title>By: Halifax</title>
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		<dc:creator>Halifax</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 18:21:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was digging this all the way to the end. Then my mind launched into the opening lyrics from Whitesnake/Scorpion &quot;Rock You Like a Hurricane&quot;.

It&#039;s early morning, the sun comes out 
Last night was shaking, pretty loud
 My cat is purring and scratches my skin
 So what is wrong with another sin?

Not the poets fault. I like the poem and the connection it made in my mind. We all know what chores outside and on the roof mean. An old couple unable to have crazy animal sex until after the decrypted mother-in-law kicks off. Squatting the dog on her grave just to be sure she stays dead seems a bit paranoid to me but then I never met the bitch.

Good stuffing!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was digging this all the way to the end. Then my mind launched into the opening lyrics from Whitesnake/Scorpion &#8220;Rock You Like a Hurricane&#8221;.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s early morning, the sun comes out <br />
Last night was shaking, pretty loud<br />
 My cat is purring and scratches my skin<br />
 So what is wrong with another sin?</p>
<p>Not the poets fault. I like the poem and the connection it made in my mind. We all know what chores outside and on the roof mean. An old couple unable to have crazy animal sex until after the decrypted mother-in-law kicks off. Squatting the dog on her grave just to be sure she stays dead seems a bit paranoid to me but then I never met the bitch.</p>
<p>Good stuffing!</p>
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		<title>By: savagewave</title>
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		<dc:creator>savagewave</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 18:06:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Though I have no clue the meaning, nor association with the context, nor understanding of the why of this...I LOVE it. Indeed I do.

I love it because each sentence is strong and quiet. Nothing manipulates me. The poem just IS and forces nothing on me; no emotion, nor opinion, nor question. Each word seems carefully chosen, yet naturally there. And it speaks of human. Life. Unthunk. Unexamined. Unjudged. Yet all known. Present. Accounted for (without counting).

So there.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Though I have no clue the meaning, nor association with the context, nor understanding of the why of this&#8230;I LOVE it. Indeed I do.</p>
<p>I love it because each sentence is strong and quiet. Nothing manipulates me. The poem just IS and forces nothing on me; no emotion, nor opinion, nor question. Each word seems carefully chosen, yet naturally there. And it speaks of human. Life. Unthunk. Unexamined. Unjudged. Yet all known. Present. Accounted for (without counting).</p>
<p>So there.</p>
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