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		<title>Definition of a Friend</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2009 06:58:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>Over twenty years ago we met
I wouldn’t have taken any bet
That it would hurt so much today
Just knowing you will go away
From me</p>
<p>I didn’t know just what to say…
When you called you were so gay
As you should be, I told myself
You aren’t the one put on the shelf
That’s me</p>
<p>And yet, I do believe in fate
Things [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Over twenty years ago we met<br />
I wouldn’t have taken any bet<br />
That it would hurt so much today<br />
Just knowing you will go away<br />
From me</p>
<p>I didn’t know just what to say…<br />
When you called you were so gay<br />
As you should be, I told myself<br />
You aren’t the one put on the shelf<br />
That’s me</p>
<p>And yet, I do believe in fate<br />
Things happened at an alarming rate<br />
But neatly they fell into place<br />
No question that you won this race<br />
Not me</p>
<p>Through all these years I’ve needed you and you were there<br />
Now you’ll be too far away my fears to share<br />
What will happen to me when I’m old and sick<br />
Who on earth knows more about what makes me tick<br />
Than you</p>
<p>Who else has been confidante, sister, mother…<br />
Nurse, conscience, roommate…there’s no other<br />
From saving my life to shopping for leather<br />
To band competitions in cold, rainy weather<br />
That’s you</p>
<p>We could always share the truth<br />
Needed no excuses when we were uncouth<br />
When one of us would fall in love<br />
The other was there to pull or to shove<br />
That’s us</p>
<p>So now it is time to let go of my fears<br />
I’ve whined and moaned and shed many tears<br />
You will not forget me…you always willc are<br />
Whenever you need me, I know I’ll be there<br />
That’s friendship</p>
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		<title>A Portrait of Interstate 94</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2009 01:32:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[forest fires]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Years ago I drove through Northern Wisconsin, through a forest that had been burned out by a careless camper. Today, with the new awareness of the environment and the need to protect it, and our children, from losing our natural resources, I am constantly reminded of that devastating scene.  It is up to us, my friends, to protect our trees, our animals, and to clean up the air and the water so that our children may live safely ever after…  think about [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>Years ago I drove through Northern Wisconsin, through a forest that had been burned out by a careless camper. Today, with the new awareness of the environment and the need to protect it, and our children, from losing our natural resources, I am constantly reminded of that devastating scene. It is up to us, my friends, to protect our trees, our animals, and to clean up the air and the water so that our children may live safely ever after… think about it! </em></p>
<p><em>Sincerely, </em></p>
<p><em>Sandi </em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>A PORTRAIT OF INTERSTATE 94</strong></p>
<blockquote><p>While I was driving through the countryside, delighting in its glory<br />
My thoughts dwelt on artists who have tried to capture this great story.<br />
I followed skies from gray to blue, with wisps and puffs of cloud<br />
And closing in from side to side were dark fields neatly plowed.</p>
<p>Fields ripe for sowing…interspersed with prairie overgrowing…<br />
Painted every brown and green that you and I have ever seen…<br />
And yet, it wasn’t ALL serene!</p>
<p>For as I traveled, mesmerized, along that road that wound and stretched<br />
Enjoying all I saw and smelt, and hoping it was firmly etched<br />
In my mind…but, what’s this? Oh no Lord, please!<br />
The charred remains of once proud trees…<br />
In my breast burns growing ire to see this forest marred by fire!</p>
<p>Though their green tresses have been shorn, a valiant effort to be reborn<br />
Can be seen at their bases…<br />
I’m overjoyed to see some traces…of new life!</p>
<p>My children sleep behind me: their bickering took its toll.<br />
Poetry, peace and music fill my soul.<br />
The sun at last has triumphed o’er the storm.<br />
The weather has turned humid and quite warm.<br />
Fleetingly I wish I had the skills to paint the beauty of these plains and hills.</p></blockquote>
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